"Oh, I know." Soft, breathy. Veins of his that are easy to find, he's well aware of that. Makes living the junkie life all that easier, and no collapsed ones in sight thanks to that vampiric healing. Not that he's usually doing much injecting down there. Not that he hasn't taken advantage of that mass cluster of veins and arteries in others before, he's had a few thigh bites in his time.

"I-I just- this wasn't exactly..." What he had in mind when it came to biting, but any protests of his seem mostly short lived as that wandering tongue has his breath hitching in his throat and eyes rolling, that hand in Eccarius' hair fisting even tighter. The apprehension isn't enough to stop that blood pumping, in fact excitement like this just keeps him hard.