[Michael]

He was going to strangle him. He was going to throttle him, realize he couldn't kill him that way, then he was going to rip out his throat- spine following. Michael followed the motions, finally giving his hips a little of that sway Eric had told him to toss in there earlier, face immediately changing gears like a light switch; angry to blissful and total adoration, looking like he was utterly gone on him. He wrapped his arms around Eric's shoulders, hands trailing off into open air behind the vampire's head. It was hard enough to not actually feel it with him so damn close; but he was sure as hell not letting it go to his head.

"When we get out 'a here...I'm killin' ya...once fer e'ery time y'make me the damsel t'night." He smiled, leaning up to brush lips against those so tempting above him- dipping a hand into that head of red hair before clawing at his scalp- the motion hidden by a gush of flaming hair. "What..is so important that'cha gotta make me prance about in petticoats...Eric..?" He asked slowly and softly, gazing up at him with eyes so full of empty abandon that it was ridiculous.