[It's tough to decide how he wants it to happen on the spot like this. Eames looks down and takes a sip of his coffee to stall a little, trying to decide. Part if why he enjoys the biting is the intimacy, something that feels almost naked in its honesty. It always hurts, but something about that overrides it for him, makes it background noise. Even if he's not getting off on the whole thing, something about it just feels good on a much deeper level than the bite itself.]
[But Arthur's always been careful before, draining a person dry is different than taking a meal here and there, who knows what that feels like.]
[Then again, blood loss makes people tired, and he's been dangerously low from a bite before. Eames knows what that feels like. More than likely he'd pass out before it kills him. Maybe.]
[He swallows, still looking down at his coffee.]
No-- No, I don't think I do.
[He looks up at Arthur, brows pulled together in a frown.]
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[It's tough to decide how he wants it to happen on the spot like this. Eames looks down and takes a sip of his coffee to stall a little, trying to decide. Part if why he enjoys the biting is the intimacy, something that feels almost naked in its honesty. It always hurts, but something about that overrides it for him, makes it background noise. Even if he's not getting off on the whole thing, something about it just feels good on a much deeper level than the bite itself.]
[But Arthur's always been careful before, draining a person dry is different than taking a meal here and there, who knows what that feels like.]
[Then again, blood loss makes people tired, and he's been dangerously low from a bite before. Eames knows what that feels like. More than likely he'd pass out before it kills him. Maybe.]
[He swallows, still looking down at his coffee.]
No-- No, I don't think I do.
[He looks up at Arthur, brows pulled together in a frown.]
Is that strange?