[It's almost like Miraj is flirting, acknowledging the weight of owing Charlie a favor even from his seat of power. He decides to take it as such, a quirked brow and a proud smile meeting the assertion. Better to write the statement off as a momentary pleasantry than let it go to his head.]
I can feed myself here, you know. There's lots of guys... well, I'll tell you later. [A short exposition this information is not, and Charlie's never been one to shirk a chance to eat. Miraj's rescinded limb didn't escape his notice, neither did the implication of stretching out rather than reaching for his partner.
The man's not comfortable with this. Charlie knows, he's been told as such. They've discussed it, but seeing the reality in the body is different.
He steps forward, but does not immediately initiate touch. Instead, Charlie takes a knee. Eye to eye, this could be a threat, but except for a momentary flick of the gaze, he doesn't keep contact. He's offering a gesture for comfort, where he can simply lean forward and find purchase with fang against neck instead of looming over or pressing limb into the chaise.
The only contact that comes from Charlie's approach is a light brush of fingertips to bare shoulder as he holds a hand up. Just a precaution to catch either of them, should the feeding and the casino's influence entangle to something overwhelming.
Like this, he bites down, nostrils flaring as the taste of potent, choleric vitae hits his mouth. A moment of suckling passes before the viscous fluid begins to coat his tongue, but when it does, Charlie's shoulders slacken to the pleasure of feeding.]
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I can feed myself here, you know. There's lots of guys... well, I'll tell you later. [A short exposition this information is not, and Charlie's never been one to shirk a chance to eat. Miraj's rescinded limb didn't escape his notice, neither did the implication of stretching out rather than reaching for his partner.
The man's not comfortable with this. Charlie knows, he's been told as such. They've discussed it, but seeing the reality in the body is different.
He steps forward, but does not immediately initiate touch. Instead, Charlie takes a knee. Eye to eye, this could be a threat, but except for a momentary flick of the gaze, he doesn't keep contact. He's offering a gesture for comfort, where he can simply lean forward and find purchase with fang against neck instead of looming over or pressing limb into the chaise.
The only contact that comes from Charlie's approach is a light brush of fingertips to bare shoulder as he holds a hand up. Just a precaution to catch either of them, should the feeding and the casino's influence entangle to something overwhelming.
Like this, he bites down, nostrils flaring as the taste of potent, choleric vitae hits his mouth. A moment of suckling passes before the viscous fluid begins to coat his tongue, but when it does, Charlie's shoulders slacken to the pleasure of feeding.]