He tries to be gentle, in so much that a bite to the throat can be gentle- but he tries all the same. Makes it quick, makes it light- sipping at Locus' blood and oh.

The echo of the euphoria that made him lingers in this rich, almost earthy blood. Warm like mulled wine and so, so damn deep he's not sure how to mind himself so he doesn't take too much- Delta offers a counter in the back of his mind. Something to help him be careful.