[give him a moment to process this. Wolfram offering him a drink -- would this help, or hurt things between them? Does it even matter, with him so hungry that the smell of Wolfram's blood was driving him to distraction?]
[So many swirling thoughts but he knows he can only hesitate for a moment. Still unsure he moves closer, lips parting -- and then pausing. Wolfram, are you sure...?]