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Thomas Raith | The Dresden Files (lovekillsdinos) wrote in madisonvalley,

They were touching now, and a mere touch was enough to calm Justine's manic moods, or enough to addict his clients back at his boutique. He couldn't help it - it wasn't something in his control. He was what he was and he couldn't turn it off. Did she know that? Did she know what touching him meant? Knowing how much she was opposed to being eaten - something she'd spoken about enough times, he quickly pulled back from their touch before his demon could explore her, alert her. He didn't want him angry at her, especially for something he couldn't control.

"Harry and Molly are just kind of weird in general. I think most wizards are. It goes with the territory. Or maybe it's the fae thing. I don't get any of that shit, really." He shrugged.

"I don't want to die. Maybe that's weird for a vampire, but I'm not a normal vampire, either. I'm not...well, dead. The Blacks are, and you could say the Reds are, maybe, but I'm not. I was born just like anyone else, I've just got..." He trailed off, she had no desire to know what he was. He looked at her, intensely, for a long while, considering his words - and his offer.

"There's something we can do - it's called 'sipping.' It's feeding just a little bit, not enough to hurt and there's no sex involved. I can do it with a touch. You don't have to, and if it creeps you out, that's totally okay, but it helps Justine. It soothes her. And apparently it feels good, too. If you want me to do that, to calm you down, I will."