[ he does appreciate being fed so dutifully. it's--intimate in its own way, even if anderson is using a knife now and not letting him bite (which reminds him of integra, because of course it does). ]

Mm. You have a good point. I suppose I should work on it.

[ with a sigh, he sets his mouth to the wound again, urging out as much blood as he can get before the skin closes up again. his lips brush in another casual affection, even if he is a bit hilariously pressed about being made fun of. ]

You know I'm always ready to spar on the beach, man or monster.

[ he looks at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and smiles sharply. ]