[Hector takes the vial from Everett and eyes it. Is it...really witches' blood? He's trusting Everett and administering himself an unknown potion.
He means to take only a single drop, but with his arousal and the extra pressure of Everett's threat heavy in the air, his trembling hands shake out two drops into his open mouth before he rights the vial.
It tastes...coppery, like his own blood, but room temperature, not hot. Maybe a vampire would be able to taste a difference in the quality of it, but that's the only thing Hector can detect about it. It isn't enough for a mouthful, but Hector swallows nonetheless, trying to purge himself of the taste of it.
He doesn't feel any different. He passes the vial back to Everett to stopper it...and on impulse, traces his fingers down Everett's arm to his wrist.]
Give me something to wash it down with?
[His eyes, pupils starting to dilate, flicker down to Everett's crotch.]
no subject
He means to take only a single drop, but with his arousal and the extra pressure of Everett's threat heavy in the air, his trembling hands shake out two drops into his open mouth before he rights the vial.
It tastes...coppery, like his own blood, but room temperature, not hot. Maybe a vampire would be able to taste a difference in the quality of it, but that's the only thing Hector can detect about it. It isn't enough for a mouthful, but Hector swallows nonetheless, trying to purge himself of the taste of it.
He doesn't feel any different. He passes the vial back to Everett to stopper it...and on impulse, traces his fingers down Everett's arm to his wrist.]
Give me something to wash it down with?
[His eyes, pupils starting to dilate, flicker down to Everett's crotch.]