Carrick slipped one arm around Liam's waist, holding him in a light but firm embrace. "I wish I could. I have no idea how that story started... other than that I used to have a bad habit of sitting on gargoyles and pouncing on my prey from above. There's a reason that Victorian Gothic architecture was most fashionable among vampires..."
Carrick leaned forward a little, lifting one hand to stroke back the hair that had fallen in Liam's face, and wipe away the sweat on his forehead. "I think we both needed that," he murmured. He drew away slightly and looked at the dusty, sweat and blood stained form of his slave. "Come inside and get cleaned up," he ordered.