He jumped at the sound of Aaron's voice, and spun round to look at him. His eyes were black with the bloodlust, but he didn't realize it. Wiping his hand down his face, he stared at Aaron until the words sunk in.
"No. No, it's your house. I'm not going to..." he said, trailing off as he took a step towards Aaron and then forced himself to stay where he was. The effort it was taking him to keep himself from just grabbing Aaron and pushing his head to the side so that he could feed was insane. He licked his lips, and then shook his head. "I dunno how the fuck Mitchell deals with this all the damn time... I should go."