[ It was tempting to give that consent. Will could feel a stirring of response to the taste of danger on the wind and for the first time the deep ache he'd felt since find himself here only eased slightly. Instinct told him that he could find a similar dance with this vampire, that he had with Hannibal; lions in the world of lambs.

It would be so easy to engage and a few minutes ago Will would have done so, without hesitation.

'But I wish not to be one. And I shall not act like one, not for you, not for anyone. No one can compel that of me.'

'But I wish not to be one.'

If the choice to go off that cliff had done nothing else for him, it had set a certain level of self-awareness into his fractured psyche. An awareness of just how damaged he was at this point and his acceptance of that darkly opened door. His eyes dropped to the intricate cravat and before he could stop the motion, his hand lifted as if to touch the snowy, crisp fabric. But he did stop himself before attempting to make contact and the hand dropped away as he exhaled, stepping back.

Jean-Claude may have received a small jolt of sexual charge, because it was there, just being firmly reined in under the deeper desire to do no harm. Because Will's violence was a righteous violence, he didn't seek to hurt innocents and in this world, Jean-Claude counted as an innocent. As such he was to be protected not played with. ]

I've heard everything you've said, believe that or not, and I respect what you've said. So my answer is, no. This game between us goes no further.