Dmitri hummed thoughtfully, eyes darting down to the chain around the man's neck before meeting that cold dark gaze, "I wouldn't say it's the only reason." The violent hammering of the human's heart was a sure tell of fear, and yet he maintained a cool exterior. Dmitri decided then that he would break that composure like a glass shattering into hundreds of little pieces. Whether it was pain or pleasure that eventually broke the other's composure, Dmitri didn't much care. All that mattered was that he 'would'.<br/><br/>The lengthening silence, the slight furrowing of his eyebrows that followed Noah's words were the only indicators that Noah had struck a nerve. Dmitri couldn't say what surprised him more: The fact that the human managed to aim true with his words, that yes, Dmitri was a slave to his hunger. That Noah was indeed the worst temptation he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting. Or the fact that the human had spoken his name. Maybe not his actual name, but  'Dima' was reserved for those closest to him and those that he called friends; this human was neither and Dmitri hated hearing it on the man's tongue...and yet he wanted to hear it again. He didn't have to think hard to figure how the man had discovered the nickname. Reyna. The girl never knew when to shut up. It was a wonder Dmitri hadn't cut out her tongue at some point over the years.<br/><br/>Noah's question dragged a slow smile from the vampire, "Now, where would the fun be if I didn't leave you in suspense?" He trailed his finger down over the column of the man's neck, avoiding the silver as his fingers continued their downward trail, tiptoeing over the man's chest, only stopping to tweak a nipple, "Which would you prefer the least?" Dmitri tilted his head slightly, curious, a predatory glint in his ice green eyes, "Me, taking your blood," he sat back as his fingers continued to trail down, coming to stop along the waistband of Noah's pants, "or your body?"