"Keep dreaming," said Alex as he rummaged through his bag again after tossing the unwanted and blood soaked trousers to the floor. He didn't even particularly want to watch Damon drink the stuff. Even after witnessing monsters biting into the flesh of his partner not even twenty four hours ago, seeing the man he'd slept with more than once drink blood was not on his list of priorities.
He found his cloth and began to use it at Damon's thigh and hip after wetting it. He smirked up at the vampire, glad to see no residue on the mouth he wanted to kiss. "Stripping is extra," he said. "Alright, fang boy," he went on as he pushed Damon's shirt up his strong chest. "Arms up." He had other areas to wipe blood from.