[He knows very well how she can make information dance to her will. It's a bit terrifying. Terrifying but also deeply impressive. He can still worry about it though. He is, after all, too soft hearted.
He wouldn't mind the nails, if only because the sharp sting would be an almost pleasant distraction to what is going on down below. It's good though that she is being kind to him in a way he knows he needs. She has given him something to focus on other than the clear experiment that is happening here at the top of the stairs.
He signs and for a moment, sags as much as possible to press his face into that gap between ear and shoulder. It's a dangerous place for a vampire to be. There's a lot of temptation, but he's never bitten. He never will, not unless she tells him he can. He does it so he can breathe her in, take calm where he can find it. He mumbles into her shoulder.] I...I know.
[He then shifts again so he can meet her eyes and he feels that poke against his chest. It's almost more dangerous than a stake, for how much damage it can do without even pushing past skin. He slides a hand from behind her to catch hold of the finger and hold it lightly.] I know. I know they aren't, Lydia. They're worse. They're family. I don't think I really have a choice. And if I did... as much as I hate this, I wouldn't want family to be without emergency medical care.
Besides, you're here and I'm sure that's going to really mess with whatever experiment they're running on me. A lovely wrench in their plans and all that.
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He wouldn't mind the nails, if only because the sharp sting would be an almost pleasant distraction to what is going on down below. It's good though that she is being kind to him in a way he knows he needs. She has given him something to focus on other than the clear experiment that is happening here at the top of the stairs.
He signs and for a moment, sags as much as possible to press his face into that gap between ear and shoulder. It's a dangerous place for a vampire to be. There's a lot of temptation, but he's never bitten. He never will, not unless she tells him he can. He does it so he can breathe her in, take calm where he can find it. He mumbles into her shoulder.] I...I know.
[He then shifts again so he can meet her eyes and he feels that poke against his chest. It's almost more dangerous than a stake, for how much damage it can do without even pushing past skin. He slides a hand from behind her to catch hold of the finger and hold it lightly.] I know. I know they aren't, Lydia. They're worse. They're family. I don't think I really have a choice. And if I did... as much as I hate this, I wouldn't want family to be without emergency medical care.
Besides, you're here and I'm sure that's going to really mess with whatever experiment they're running on me. A lovely wrench in their plans and all that.