Regeneration or not, the thought of having to regrow his dick, of all things, just sounds like far too much inconvenience, pain and effort. Just because he can regrow something, doesn't always mean he should have to.

As it is, he's mildly reassured by the comment, or as much as he can be considering what follows. His body jerks under Eccarius, hissing out sharply through his teeth as his own fangs finally make an appearance, shy little bastards that they are, there thanks to an instinctual need for defence that he battles against as he grapples with the balance of pain and pleasure. After the initial shock starts to ebb away, he copes better, letting out a lot of his tension and barely hidden aggression with deep sigh that rounds off with a throaty chuckle, his free arm tossing to cover his eyes as he flops back onto the bed once more. "Brings new meanin' to bein' sucked dry..."