"Skip the foreplay," William advised, rolling his eyes. He rolled his sleeve up and flexed to bring out the veins in his forearm. "Just stick it in me."
There was a little prick - and fuck Gabe, William was not blushing at that thought - and while it was nothing like a blade puncture, really, William still couldn't help the slight wince. It looked morbidly fascinating, Gabe's long, tan fingers drawing out the stopper-thing and the tube slowly filling with William's blood. He didn't usually get to watch it physically coming out of his body like this. Then again, he didn't have to have blood drawn for potions that often anymore, either.
"Was this why I had to take the Curse?" he asked, eyes still glued to the intriguing process of blood and medical paraphernalia. "You needed it to be fresh in my bloodstream?"