Reading faces, or emotions, wasn't always easy but he could tell the ladies were not happy about that being the answer. He wasn't about to start explaining his past or anything, they'd be there all night if he even started to try, even though it was a pretty short answer. Even being asked about one part of it by Amadeus had made him stumble over his words.
The chaise was comfortable, though, and he would have probably sunken himself into it if he'd been alone. Instead, he watched as each Chantal then Melissa settled themselves right next to him, wine in hand. When he drank from either one of them, it wouldn't be like with Candy, but that was perfectly okay. He hadn't exactly liked almost stumbling around like that.
"I- the neck." He understood what she meant, even if it wasn't all the way spelled out. What else could that have possibly meant, anyway? Looking up at her, he smiled a little, the feeling of fingers through his curls settling him a little more. He was still nervous, still felt like squirming in his seat under their combined attentions, but that helped. Of course, it wasn't quite the same as when Joseph had done it, but that was an additive to the thoughts from before.
Switching his attention to the woman curled around and above him, he ran long finger along her arm, trying his best at this. He wanted to impress, wanted to make them not disappointed in him. "Do you m-mind?" The look was innocent, the touch too, but it was meant to ask permission to sink his fangs into her, to give her the Kiss, as it was called.