Samandriel cried out as Carrick took him. It might've just been a finger, but it was still an invasion and one Samandriel didn't appreciate. The Spartan knew no boundaries. He bit hard at the vampire's mouth, trying to get some sort of vengeance for what was being done to him. He didn't fight it, knew better than to do that. Fighting it more than he was would cost him everything.
"So eager for me, aren't you?" he growled. "Silly little warlord trying to conquer the prettiest bit of unclaimed territory he can find like somehow that's truly what will make him a man." He was breathing heavily through his teeth, trying to keep the pain from registering as intense as it truly was. "Can't get enough, can you?"