Ariel could have held Amadeus down with his teeth around Amadeus' throat and he would have let him. And sometimes it was a shame that Amadeus was too old and too far removed from his humanity to expand the Blood that would be needed to breathe again. To make his heartbeat again. All just for a little longer like younger Kindred could. The most he could ever manage was force enough air for a dramatic sigh now and then.
At least he was still able to use and force the Blood in his body to work in other ways. How sad would it be if he couldn't? It was the closet thing to alive that he could make his body do anymore. A reaction he allowed his body to have now.
Amadeus looked up at Ariel as his lover was considering his options. "I guess you'll have to make do with what my cold, dead heart is capable of." That light cutting from claws sent a shudder straight through his body, not in fear but in desire. He would not be terribly upset if his clothes were about to be shredding.