Valek smirked at the devious image that Damien had suggested about the Master, taking him in the most primal show of power “An amusing image Damien…I am quite sure you would enjoy that” he said in a playful jab.
Then feeling his delicate digits run down his face his lids followed suit, relaxing himself entirely as the youth touched him. Suddenly he felt the incredible power behind those fragile fingers, he emitted a faint sign of pleasure that was in the form of a hushed ‘mmm’ and his full androgynous lips parting to exhale a breath through long dead lungs “I am comfortable as a matter of fact.”
He carefully lifted a hand up to his right temple, to be as specific as he could be he stated it as well “it was my temple here…” The vampire welcomed the attention, after all he had offered to heal his ills.