He but laid and listened, hand raising to take a firm grip of Atticus' chin the moment he bit and turned his face from his own, following the ear that also drew away, smirking a bit.<br/>"Maybe I should gag you too, hm? But then I'd not be able to hear the noises you'll make.."<br/><br/>Retracting his thumb to let it wander his lips, he planted his elbow just next to his head to perch his head on his hand and look at him.<br/>"Oil, hm?" He said low, smirk still on his lips. So there had been some fear. And Ryan knew too well what Atticus had been through to not bend a little to this.<br/>"Very well.."<br/><br/>With that he let go of the man's chin and raised enough to be able to take a vial from the same drawer the knife had come from, clear liquid in clear crystal, to hold it in his hand to actually warm it while he settled back, slight smile to his lips.<br/><br/>"If you were any other, Louis, you had been, probably, screaming bloody murder..."