[Arthur lingers, nuzzling at Eames' face for a moment before he pulls away. He sits up, gesturing for Eames to sit up as well, and then he brings his wrist up to his mouth and sinks his fangs into the thin skin on the inside of his arm.]
[When the blood starts flowing he holds it out for Eames to start drinking.]
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[When the blood starts flowing he holds it out for Eames to start drinking.]