'We' must have referred to Geoffrey and Dmitri when the vampire claimed safety. Yes, Noah felt fairly safe from what was outside of the car. But right here, sitting in the same space and breathing the same air... A vampire and what he assumed was a human who was perfectly fine working for a kidnapping vampire. Why was it called kidnapping even for adults? He started trying to distract himself with abstract thoughts.<br/><br/>"It's always reassuring when your brave protector admits he hasn't thought things through," he muttered sarcastically, still fascinated with his bloodstained fingers. He could have felt bad inflicting pain on the other, but with his comment about other things to be sinking into him, Noah lost what little sympathy he'd begun to grow. He did tense when Dmitri seemed to legitimately consider a collar. Noah summoned all sorts of arguments about why a collar would be inconvenient for Dmitri, but before he could speak any of them, he was leaning away from a hand that tugged at his shirt collar, exposing the silver around his neck.<br/><br/>Much to Noah's relief, the reaction was clear but not harsh. His vampire companion seemed quite displeased with his choice in jewelry, but too worn out to make a show of it. Not that his chilling stare wasn't a show. Noah swore his blood ran cold, and he honestly expected for a moment that Dmitri would either rip the chain off or pin him into the seat for some form of punishment. Ignoring that he was a little turned on, he adjusted in his seat to stare out the window in wait for their destination.<br/><br/>When he mentioned a mansion, Noah hadn't actually been thinking that they were riding to one. Granted, he subconsciously made the assumption based on trace evidence, like the car, the butler, the attitude... Dmitri didn't strike him as the sort who would take anything less than this. Regardless, there was no lack of awe in his eyes as he took in the fountain and they soon sank into the mouth of a garage that ran underground. Glancing toward his bloodsucking friend, Noah watched him visibly relax once the sun was no longer a looming threat. So, silver and sunlight. They didn't kill him, but they were at the very least uncomfortable. Noah stored those details away and waited until they came to a stop to finally look forward to the driver, Geoffrey. He debated whether to give the man as much hell as he wanted to give the vampire.<br/><br/>Turning his gaze back to Dmitri's arm, he exhaled slowly, puffing out his cheeks as he did. "How often...?" He hesitated, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. How to word the question? He wanted to know what to expect when it came to being fed upon and generally toyed with. But there wasn't a good way to word it without reminding himself how small and helpless he felt. Instead he asked, "How long do you plan to let me recover before you drink again?"