GHB didn't spare a glance for the snake. The snake had been a means to an end, getting Dylan to stop crying so damned much. It was a very lucky thing that GHB actually remembered to feed the stupid thing whenever Dylan wasn't around to make sure that Dave-the-snake got food and clear liquid that wasn't GHB. Instead, he focused solely on Dylan, eyes soft like the trickle of brook water over pebbles. There was nothing particularly special about the mortal's looks, nothing overly special about his body, and Dylan wasn't exactly intelligent. No, there was nothing extraordinary about Dylan and that was what GHB liked; Dylan was an average mortal, easy to bend to his will.
He let himself lean into Dylan's touch, let his eyes flicker shut for a moment, let himself pretend to be affected. "Only if you're sure." His voice was the smooth pour of beer into a glass as he reached up to brush Dylan's hair away from his forehead. "But I can make everything good again, I promise." He reached down, clasping Dylan's hand in his own and making sure that he didn't grip too tightly. "Come on, let's go bed. I'll hold you while I make everything good again."