As he came, lightheaded though he was, Dorian sipped away to sprawl once again. His blood would replenish itself quickly, the wound would heal in moments, and yet, that feeling, that delightfully (and thankfully) rare feeling of being close to death made him smile. With a quavering tone after a moment, he spoke.
"I'm honored to be the drug of someone whose only methods of indulgence are blood and sexual congress. Though I warn you, that if I wake up dead at any point in our acquaintance, I'll know which one of us to blame."