Milo plopped him down on the couch, crouching in front of him and prepared for another escape attempted. Equally determined eyes mat Aries'. Milo's fingers were claws now, a reaction to his anger and adrenaline and his canines were longer than before. Staring down Aries, Milo might have thought that the man was cute, trying and failing to keep his composure. That is if he weren't acting like such and impish brat.<br/><br/>"Don't say I didn't give you choice." Milo finally said after several seconds, claw digging into his wrist as he cut a deep gash across it. Blood poured from the wound, and he let it, the scent permeating the air immediately. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the droplets spill over his fingers. He grabbed Aries' chin firmly, lifting his hand up to his defiantly closed mouth. He started with the blood covering his thumb, scowling as he forcefully pushed it passed the other mans lips.<br/><br/>"Just<i>eat!"</i>Milo pleaded, matching Aries' desperation.