Yancha felt himself slipping through waves of satisfaction, his body light with a relief he never really knew he could feel. It wasn't that he didn't want to go again, but he was looking forward to studying the chemical changes his body were likely undergoing to produce the high he was trapped in. Her eyes on him were only making him more aroused.<br/><br/>He paid little attention to her as she went through his bag, he was about to turn to leave, forgetting completely. Such an understanding woman, allowing him to let things drop here. Or so he thought before he felt the needle slide through his flesh. His gaze shot down to the syringe, and panic filled his body, that was not the dose she had probably intended. The plunger dropped, and Yancha could only watch as the fluid entered his body.<br/><br/>The good doctor felt his body immediately spark, every never in him taught with a pressure he could only attribute to the concoction he'd created. He looked at Jana, and felt himself sink to a knee, his flesh flushing red from the increase in blood-flow, the increase in temperature and the high blood pressure.<br/><br/>"You... injected the concentrated,"the doctor managed before gasps, attempting to hold himself calm.<br/><br/>Yancha jumped at the woman before him, reaching out to grip her arms and his teeth sinking into her neck as he'd pull her down and beneath him.