He pulled her hand away after a while, and tugged the knife out of his body, throwing it aside, before he pulled her up onto him, lifting her off the counter. He turned and leaned his back against it, guiding her down onto him, letting his wound heal slowly. It was unlike her process of healing, where it could be instantaneous and the wound would heal like a mesh. Healthy flesh seemed to reach out for other healthy flesh, creating tendrils (Not unlike the sensation of his mental projections) of pulsing, wet muscle and tissue, latching onto each other like worms or wet, living strings, before melding together, one layer at a time. The sound of it was enough to give anyone goosebumps - it sounded like meat on a skillet, still wet and bloody, hissing and popping and sliding against itself. Luckily, the noises the both of them made covered most of the noise up, and Alexia's lips parted slightly to take an unnecessary gasp. He was close as he'd ever come to reaching his peak with a human, without being mortal, himself.