There was nothing to do but relax a little into Joseph at those fingers in his hair. It really was his weakness, wasn't it? Either gentle or rough, it didn't matter.
He hadn't been ready, but even so, he had surprised even himself with how much he had been able to do. He'd done his best not to drink too much when he did feed, but it was like he had leveled his power up over the past two nights. So much magic was used, more than when he'd tried to contact Henry and send him a message in the same night. What would his sire have said of the boy if he had seen it?
"I wanted to shake you when I saw you again, after... Wanted to yell at you for your wounds." Pulling himself up, he looked straight into Joseph's eyes, his own a little more watery than they had before he'd dropped his face down. "I... I had never been so mad." In his entire life, really, but that wasn't saying much. He didn't tend to get angry that often. After a moment, he pulled his arms back and held Joseph's face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs under his eyes again. One day, he'd be able to do so much, surprise even Amadeus, maybe.