[gremlin]

Roy hissed a little while Damaris dressed his wounds, though he was thankful that the man had done it quickly. The wound had began to close already though it would not close fully unless he fed. Roy was rather hungry really, the other night he had not taken much from Damaris fearing that he would do more harm to the man than he wanted to. Though now it was as if his hungry was an untamed animal, he wanted more. Roy looked down at Damaris who was still between his legs, a smile crept across Roy's face and he brought a hand under the man's chin. "You really didn't have to," he said softly to him, he lifted his face a little. Roy's lips lingered close to Damaris' lips then he pressed his lips again Damaris'. He pulled away then brought his hand away. "You tempt me to do things..." he hissed under his breath. "I don't know what it is about you... that makes my mind wander to places that it shouldn't."