GHB set the bottle down carefully. Waste not, want not, after all. Then, a translucent finger came up to carefully wipe away a droplet of liquid that had stayed, suspended, on the divot of Dylan's lower lip. Quickly, though, the physical was forgotten as he closed his eyes, becoming his substance within Dylan. He sank through the blood-brain barrier with only a slight amount of difficultly, seeing his physical form through Dylan's eyes; utterly transparent, just barely holding to a solid form.
He ignored that after a moment and slipped into the GHB receptor, feeling more at home than he'd felt since the flight over from France. For a moment, GHB simply enjoyed that feeling, reveling in it, before stroking the receptor with mental fingers. And then, there, there, was what he wanted; increased dopamine production. He let it spread, let it make everything hazy and happy, even as he divided his attention between the GHB receptor and the GABA(B) receptor of Dylan's brain, binding himself even further into the receptors that controlled Dylan's GHB addiction.
Perfect.
He laughed. It was a genuine sound, filled with what was close to affection as he'd ever really get, but it wasn't really a sound, more like a feeling that echoed through Dylan's mind and let the mortal know just how pleased his god was with him. 'Yes.' The single syllable was drawn out into Dylan's mind, not spoken aloud, drawn out through his veins, through the dopamine that filled Dylan's mind. 'Yes. Your God.' GHB smiled against Dylan's blood as his consciousness left Dylan's brain to race through his veins, circling around Dylan's heart. 'Always.'