“You… bit me,” he murmured, a lazy indignation in his emphasis. She was still warm in his lap and then he let his head fall back against the wall again, even though everything in him screamed to run. To leave this place and never return again. Do it later. he lazily dismissed that impulse with. His voice was somewhat crackly like a roaring fire, lower than before. “Does it… always feel like that?” he asked, feeling the high was now on the downwards trajectory which made him… disappointed, to say the least.