Russell watched Pierre warily, not sure what the nod meant – was Pierre going to feed from him or not? Was that agreement to drinking and Russ’ question on what the vampire would get out off it, or just an acknowledgement or what he had said?
He bit his lower lip gently at Pierre’s next set of questions and he hesitated for a moment before giving a small shrug.
“I get more energy. Less… edgy and fidgety,” Russell said, unsure of quite what Pierre wanted him to say. Russ had seen groupies who would seem to go into a trance whilst being fed and others became hyper sexual.
“I don’t usually want to sleep… but I’ve only done it with Dale, and we were… together. So it would usually lead to… more.” His fingers twisted together as he spoke, his hips shifting on the bed from side to side, worried constantly that anything he said might make Pierre head for the door.
“But if you don’t want that I won’t, I swear, I don’t know what I’ll be like with you, but I’ll try not to do anything to make you uncomfortable. Just tell me what you want,” he said, shimming to the edge of the bed as he looked up at the vampire, a desperate glint in his eyes which he had been trying so hard to keep under control.