"You were her light, Helios. She loved you more than life itself. When we are done, we can speak of her as much as you like." For now, he leaned in and kissed him again as the vampire asked, begged nearly. Neither of them needed to breathe now. He could keep at this as long as Carrick wished for him to.
One finger slowly turned into two, playing Carrick as surely and easily as he had any instrument or brush in his life. This was an art, maybe one he'd never strictly done before, but one he was dedicating so much to learning that he was sure he'd have his Spartan falling apart even more by the end of it.