That makes sense, again, yes. He's pretty much accepted his role in this and whatever might have to come of it.

The more Kronid speaks of how this would feel, however, the more Bruno flushes, his gaze darting. Is he that transparent? Is it that obvious how skin-hungry he is? He honestly can't remember the last time he felt anything even resembling a sensuous touch.

He notices how he's grown a bit breathless again, how a shiver runs though him. Is it worth giving up his own blood for a bit of pleasure from someone who likely feels nothing for him and just as likely never will?

Yes. Yes, it is. He's just that pathetic.

"How good?" he asks. He finds himself moving closer, again.