[ What's going on is that just an hour or so ago he fed on some fairy blood courtesy of Sookie and it's clearly messing with his system. One minute he's perfectly fine, and in the next he's all -- nom nom nom -- which is probably why he's nuzzling her shoulder now. Aphrodisiac his ass. The only thing he's feeling right now is a desire to drink more fresh blood, and he should totally park himself back at the bar and quell this urge to feed by drinking a few gallons of liquor.
What he shouldn't be doing is lifting Elena's hair away from her neck, and latching his lips onto her skin in search of that steady pulse of hers. And he shouldn't tighten his hold on her and give her a hickey right now either because it's a bad, bad idea. Except oops -- totally happening. ]