Indulgent would be the descriptor Byron preferred. The Fae lucked out that the vampire's intentions for the meeting had been altered from its original course. He would not consider the scales balanced in the slightest, he still had the true aggression and demand that he did not believe the Fae could handle. Still, Byron played into the situation to get what he wanted from it.
A smirk and a lift of his hips, Byron undid his own pants and tugged them off around the renewed position Connor had taken. Parts of the bloodied portion of the pants stuck to the wounds but were ignored otherwise. Once tossed to the floor, Byron grabbed Connor's hips. Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach, making his body react now that there was Fae blood zipping through his veins.
"If I were being greedy, I'd drain you down to nothing, but what fun would that be?" He teased, pulling the Fae down onto his bloodied chest.