It felt like he'd hit home somewhere in there. Noah took satisfaction in the way Dmitri's brows furrowed even if it was short-lived. The smile that overtook the vampire's face made the loud beat of his heart pick up even faster, his breath ceasing as those cold fingers slowly moved down his body and teased him along the way. "That seems like a dangerous question to answer," he breathed out, the fear slowly etching across the calm as he tried to maintain his composure in vain. Why was it so easy for this creature to rile him up and frighten him? If he had the hearing Noah suspected, he probably already knew the terror resting beneath the surface.<br/><br/>Maybe it was futile to fight him, but Noah took hold of his wrists as though that could stop him and returned to glowering. "What's the point of telling you if you'll do both anyway? This game isn't fair." His body didn't seem to agree. All too quickly, his gaze averted and his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. He tightened his grip on the wrists that would surely dip further if he let them, and as frustration crossed his face, he looked back up and uttered an answer, true or not. "Blood. I'd prefer you take my blood."<br/><br/>But Noah wasn't very good at lying, not with his voice wavering in nervousness and a growing bulge in his pants contradicting his words. He might have preferred pleasure over the weakness of getting fed on again, but in his head the blood was more inevitable. It was his primary purpose for being there and frankly he could live with that more than giving Dmitri the satisfaction of seeing him enjoy something. In a moment of desperation, he added, "I'll take off the necklace. Just leave the rest alone. You want the blood more anyway don't you? From the moment you smelled my scent walking into this room. I'm right aren't I?"