"He doesn't know what you are, dude. He just thinks you're some random guy." He looked over and suddenly his eyes landed on Eliot's neck, staring at the mark he left. Without thinking he leaned in. "Why didn't your neck heal up?" He shifted slightly, tilting his head.

He would not admit that somewhere deep inside him he felt pretty damn satisfied that he'd left a permanent mark on Eliot. Something that would always be there and always be his. "Yeah I'm sure you did. Probably thought I was going to gank you in the middle of the night." He shook his head, catching Eliot's eyes.

"Which I wouldn't. Just so you know. I'm not going to gank the dude I just fucked. Not my style." He finished off his beer, motioning for another one quickly.