There. Any talk of prepping magic could wait for another time. Ariel was quite busy taking advantage of his very willing lover. But he had already proven that all he needed to do to get the Tremere off was bite him repeatedly. Been there. Done that. Ariel didn't want to spend his evening doing it again even if it had been fun that first time.
He withdrew after a moment... And there might have been a concerning pause - but only for the length of time that was needed to tear open his palm. An honestly unnecessary amount of blood slicked his waiting length. Sometimes, Ariel wondered if they were abnormal - did other Kindred go about this the kine way with lube and whatever? Then he would forget and just continue on. Like now. He wasted little time pressing into his lover. The only pause was just enough time for him to sink his claws deep into Amadeus's thighs, holding him down and spread before he began to thrust. Each movement was punctuated by a vicious growl and he wasn't bothering to be gentle in the slightest.