Oh. Well then. That's a sound. It reverberates through him as he tastes that blood, tinged with that golden edge that York seems to give it simply by possession, and he has to make certain not to draw too far. To let him feel the swoon for what it is before pulling back and licking his lips.

That stunned, hazy look of pleasure looks good on him, he can't help but notice.

A hand moves to his hip to help him steady himself, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. "Like that."