Bold as the word for it, but now that he was fed and not thinking only of that, he wanted to stutter out an apology to Melissa, if he'd had too much. She didn't seem like she was weak, which was good, but he wasn't even sure how much he'd had before finally pulling away. What felt like moments could have been longer. A handful of swallows.
Before he could get the chance to say something at all, she was being gently lifted off of his lap by the other kindred, as if he were pulling her away from him. If this had been the same situation as it had been at the club with Ariel and Amadeus, would he have made that same growling noise at him for taking her away? He was the opposite of possessive but he hadn't been anywhere near himself then, whether he'd realized it or not.
More attention on him in the present, though. Something about the whole show Joseph was putting on made him nervous all over again. He wanted to sink into the comfort under him for a whole different reason. There as a buzz running through him, the way fresh blood usually made him feel and he felt his fingers curling against soft fabric, tucking under him a little bit. "P-Please." Why was the way he rolled up his sleeves as interesting as it was?