When Aries eventually finished drying off he wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way out to the other room where he could hear the man moving about. Had he always been able to hear such soft sounds? He shook the thought away and noted the man leaning against the counter. "And? Do I have to tell you?" He asked with a soft huff as he went to rummage around for a glass to fill with water, though as he fully entered the kitchen the sweet and tangy scent of blood filled his senses.<br/><br/>He reeled back and covered his nose and mouth with a hand, biting down on his tongue in an effort to ignore just how much he<i>wanted</i>. It was worse than the hunger he'd felt only eating a meal a day lately, it was far worse than that. "What the hell?" He nearly snarled, but he managed to keep most of his composure... Though he didn't move from where he stood, scared that if he got closer he'd...<br/><br/>So instead he turned away. "You said I could borrow clothes, so what am I getting?" He finally managed to ask, though he couldn't drop his hand. If the other looked he would probably note the scars on the male's body, the one's on his forearms and wrists the most visible, though the towel did manage to hide more. He didn't bother really trying to hide them though, they were from "before" and so he didn't really know if they could even be counted as his... But all of that was also too much for his addled mind tonight. He just wanted clothes, some water, and something even remotely soft to sleep on. And more than anything, he wanted to forget that sweet smell.