"So pleased to be kept alive so you can escape Management's ire," Conor replied, rolling his eyes. Though he supposed it was better than being drained so Byron could keep chasing his high. He'd only ever seen one vampire under the influence of Fae blood, and wondered briefly if it affected all of them so strongly.
The pain in his hips only spiked the feeling higher, and he looked down at Byron, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Are you lying back and thinking of England?" he asked, a quiet chuckle slipping out even as his hand continued to work. He reduced the speed of the strokes, however-variety was the spice of life, or something like that.