Oh, he will be ill. But that comes in time. And the blood has caught, he sees it in the renewed strength of his grip, the pained look on his face as he drinks. It's turning from euphoria to frenzy, and that is the point at which Locus reaches for him. Peels his hand away and pushes him firm but gentle into the sheets.

"Enough."

Those pale gray-green eyes watch him closely, as that hand stays balanced on his chest to keep him down and in place. This will hurt him, but Locus will stay. He will watch over him throughout.

For what he's done to him, he owes him that much.