Why would I go do a stupid thing like that?

[Getting used to being cared for? That was a recipe for disaster. Just when you start to get cozy, that's when life likes to fuck you.

He looks down at the wrist being offered to him, feeling saliva already starting to build in his mouth. He scoffs, pushing at John's arm and giving him a quirked brow.]

You that eager to bleed for me? They'll be in with my 'jello' in a bit. I'm hardly going to swoon.