The slow feeding, the slow stroking and petting, while nice, was keeping him in a level that was starting to make him feel crazy. There was no calming down, no getting any higher. If he were kept on this even keel for much longer, he might just end up going mad for real. People would call him a Malkavian instead. That was a stretch, yes, but he didn't care right then.
Curling his fingers in Joseph's hair, he pulled a little before asking what he wanted out loud. "Come up here." There wasn't much hesitation, other than a small moan along with the words. There was an idea, his body tensing a little bit at it.