Fortunately for Dylan, GHB had long since decided that playing nice was the best way to go about securing as much worship and power as he could from the young mortal. It was what made him follow Dylan instead of just dragging the addict into his bedroom and shoving him down against the bed. It was what brought the slight - and fake - smile to his face, aiming to reassure as he reached down, stroking Dylan's cheek lightly, gazing down gently at the young man seated on the edge of his bed.
It was like an offering, just for GHB, and that thought had his eyes lightening just a tad. He would have growled possessively had it not come with the risk of scaring Dylan and instead, he simply plucked the bottle from Dylan's hand, ran his fingers comfortingly through Dylan's hair, and sank down to sit near the head of the bed. Gently, he drew Dylan in against his chest, a light thumb brushing over Dylan's lower lip. "Drink." He said quietly as he raised the bottle to Dylan's mouth. "Drink. Relax." Chilled lips pressed against skin where neck joined shoulder as he tipped the bottle back slightly; liquid would spill into Dylan's mouth and GHB would slip into Dylan's mind to make everything better.