Reality be damned, Byron settled into the fuzzy place between reality and the ethereal world while the Fae blood pumped through his system. The pros of the vampire drinking from him came with a real kind of emotion and reaction, no fake smiles and crocodile tears. Byron became almost human in his high- but his violent inclinations never did go away.
Ice blue eyes glanced down at the bloody mess that spilt over in their movements and shrugged. "I'm sure I can pay someone to clean it for me. Even the Cirque has custodians."
Byron's arm wrapped around Connor, followed by a smack on his naked butt. "We'll have to change positions next time too." Licking his lips, he slowly flipped the slumped man onto his back to be in the place Byron had been. "I'm going to go shower if you want to join me. Or you can take a rest to regain that missing blood of yours."