The vampire pressed his entire body against Russell's own as his mouth was caught up in the kiss. "I can tell," he whispered, his own hands now running down the strong back to pull Russ' hips in closer to him. He returned the kiss eagerly, tongue stroking along Russ' own.
Carrick met Russell's gaze. "As much as I'd like us to be able to share a bed for a whole week, hopefully it won't come to that." He paused. "But if it does, we'll deal with it."
He laid his hands over Russell's, where they still rested on his chest. "Tell me what you need and I'll help you however I can."
Carrick had concerns of his own, but he was loath to speak them aloud just yet. There was food for his slaves that could last some time, even if goods like fresh milk and meat would run out quickly. There were plenty of bottles of bloodwine and spirits and the caffeinated hot blood that he drank in place of coffee, but little else to slave vampiric thirst. The three vampires in the house could hardly spend all week drunk or jittery with caffeine.