Long, pale lashes brushed Samandriel's cheeks as his eyes closed again briefly. "Lord Spartan, my pleasure is not mine to give," he said, gaze meeting the vampire's again as he tried not to be surprised at even the slightest bit of tenderness from the vampire. "and I will keep no secrets from my Master."
He was breathing heavily, clearly capable of enjoying himself no matter how much he was still trying to avoid acknowledging it. "So please, take yours as is your right, and be done with me. If you wish for me to know first hand what a son of Artemis is capable of and not the awkward smiles and poems of the farmhands and goatherds of Arcadia, then show me. I will no longer fight you. You have won. I am conquered."