Liam couldn't even wrap his mind around how it would be, if the vampire decided to 'take' him, by force. He was too tired to think about it, and would probably chose to forget that thought after waking up the next day.
The look on his face was one of slight disappointment, when the hand in his hair was pulled away. He closed his eyes in a long blink, when being kissed again, reaching up to briefly brush his fingers over the cold skin along the other man's jawline, up to his ear. He exhaled deeply, being close to passing out now.
The slave reached behind him, as soon as his master stepped away, and took the sword, sliding it into its sheath by his hip, then stood up from the table. “You mind if I keep it with me, master?” he asked, slurring a little.