"Mm, I agree. I was painted many times when I was young, and slept with many of my tutors. And no, the dead are not fun. I am not dead, but I am not alive either. I move, I can assure you." That being said, he let the girl remove his jeans, scooting them down enough for her to straddle him. It let her move of her own volition while he found a vein in her neck and dug in. He focused a little more on pain, smiling when she cried out, turning so he could meet Dorian's eyes.