Carrick's fingers ran softly through the thick golden hair. "Of course. Anything you like."
He tilted Hermes' face up to his. Allowing his fangs to flick out once more, he pressed the sharp tip against his own lower lips just hard enough to allow a single bead of blood to well, then kissed Hermes slowly, the blood passing into his slave's mouth in order to heal the bite wounds on his throat.