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[ Spock's eyes flicker down. The wound is indeed healing. That does not prevent him from going ahead with getting all weird. Maybe not weird — more like fascinated, his eyes fixed to "Roger's" mouth again, mind, despite the haze of blood loss, ticking away at how this peculiar method might work. ]

You are aware that allowing me to imbibe your blood will serve as well.

[ Almost a question. ]

I know.

( he flicks another look up at spock as he finishes healing one wound. it's something he's known since he started this and he figured if spock had an issue with it, he'd say so. he hasn't yet.

he sits back on his heels and rubs at his arms. )

Anywhere else?

There are multiple other lacerations of significant concern.

[ He doesn't move from his supine position, but he does lift his shirt more, revealing another set of deep claw wounds leaking rivulets down his chest. ]

Are you aware that allowing me to imbibe your blood would be a significantly more efficient method of healing?

[ At this point, "Roger's" behavior has been so unusual that he is not even complaining about the lack of efficiency — he is curious. ]

Yeah, but I didn't think you'd go for that.

( a few hours ago, spock had been pretty dead set on trying to kill him. and while he's staved that off for awhile, he still doesn't exactly trust the man. )

You can me to drain some blood into a glass and you can have a mimosa?

Addition of alcohol would severely dilute the blood.

[ He squints at Roger for a moment. Then: ]

Ah. You are making a joke. [ The word joke said like mess on the carpet. ] If that is preferable to you, I find it acceptable. However, I am not currently at liberty to refuse any means of healing.

[ He's desperate enough that he'll drink straight from the source if he needs to. ]

Look, I'm trying to make it easier for you, buddy. You want me to keep licking you? Or do you want it in a glass?

( what's going to stop you from dying quicker? )

Come on, tell me quick before you wither away right there.

[ He blinks, one eyelid, then the secondary in quick succession. It seems he has irritated "Roger." ]

A glass would be preferable. [ Almost, he refrains. Almost — but the blood loss has eroded his control significantly. He adds: ] As you are yourself a vampire, you should be aware that upon death, we do not wither.

Fine, I'll get you a glass.

( he makes a face and disappears for a few seconds. when he comes back, he has a glass. he bites into his wrist, grimacing and then turning the blood flow into the glass. )

Good stuff right here. Tasty.

[ Spock eyes both the way "Roger" tears his wrist open and the resulting glass of blood, but he says nothing until it's offered to him. ]

I find the taste of blood to be mildly unpleasant.

[ He reaches for the glass, but his hand is shaking too much for him to hold it steady. ]

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

( frowning, jim crouches closer and reaches for spock's hand to steady it. he guides the glass to spock's mouth and nods. )

Drink.

[ A faintly arch glance, but Spock props himself up as much as he's able and slowly sips at the glass. And then more rapidly— quicker and quicker until he's gulping down the blood, messy spills dripping from the corner of his mouth, his breath coming sharp and hard. ]

( jim feels weird just standing there and watching so he goes back into the kitchen and grabs a towel since spock is being messy.

he gives the other man a few moments before he comes back in and passes it to him to wipe his face. )

[ When "Roger" returns, Spock has finished the glass. Blood is still red on his chin, and he is staring at the now-empty vessel, unblinking. His eyes are wide — too wide, the pupils large and round, like a cat poised to pounce on its prey.

At the sound of "Roger's" footfall, Spock jerks his head around to stare at the man. He blinks. Some of the daze fades from his expression. ]

I will be returned to adequate condition within an hour.

[ Flat. He sets the glass down, takes the wipe, and begins tidying himself without comment. ]

Congratulations on surviving.

( jim sits down and stares, unblinking, at spock before he sighs and rubs at his face. )

That was the most excitement that I've had in awhile. Thanks for that.

You are implying I am in some way responsible for your actions.

[ Maybe, just maybe, the faintest hint of dryness to his tone instead of the raspy flat in the middle of dying one.

He stares back, equally unblinking even as the man looks away. It's reminiscent of a cat staring at some strange, unfamiliar person, equal parts fascination and wariness both. ]

As you have now saved my life and I am indebted to you, I would appreciate being given your name.

[ He is not calling this man Roger. ]

Didn't believe the Roger thing, huh?

( smart. jim grins mischievously and then shrugs. he hadn't thought it would be believed. )

It's Jim.

( he nods. )

Pleasure's all yours.

You did not make any sincere effort to convince me that Roger was in actuality your name.

[ A flicker of an eyebrow at that mischievous grin, but Spock stifles the flare of annoyance. At least he can be reasonably certain that this is actually the man's name. However— ]

I do not believe any part of this night could be called pleasurable.

I don't know, watching you have to rely on me was kind of pleasurable.

( he doesn't mean that completely but he shrugs. )

How are you feeling? Any better?

I am marginally improved. [ If nothing else, the wounds are slowly sealing, even if he still looks torn up. ] It would still be suboptimal to engage in an additional physical altercation at this time.

[ Slowly, Spock pushes himself upright — all the better to eye Jim with open curiosity. ]

Considering our meeting, I find it highly questionable that you have taken pleasure in my need for your assistance.

I'm glad I was able to help. I don't know if I'd say I'm taking pleasure from it but I'm still glad to help.

( he shrugs a shoulder and sits back. )

Plus, I like trashing your assumptions of me. I know you probably thought the worst.

I made a reasonable evaluation of you based upon the available evidence at the time.

[ Read: he definitely thought the worst. And he does not feel in the slightest bad about it. There was reason. If Jim did not wish to be thought poorly of, he should choose less shady bars to hang out at, with less horrible blood-drinking monsters as fellow patrons. ]

Your propensity to provide aid to a stranger is unexpected. [ He tilts his head, a bit like a bird. ] Particularly as you initially proclaimed a lack of desire for involvement in my hunt.

Yeah well, I didn't want you to get yourself killed.

( call him a bleeding heart or something. he doesn't regret his choice. he shrugs. )

Not all vampires are monsters.

Apparently not.

[ His tone is thoughtful, the words slow — considering. ]

But you do not seem to mind the company of monsters.

[ Again, he thinks of Jim as they'd first met, lazy and insouciant in the bar. A stark contrast to the man who refused to abandon him in the den, and who willingly gave his blood to keep Spock from dying. ]

I don't.

( and he makes no apologies for that one. he shrugs. )

It's not like humans want to spend a lot of time around me.

[ A soft hum of acknowledgement, though Spock does tilt his head, giving Jim a thoughtful once over. ]

You are attractive. It would be relatively simple to conceal that you are a vampire should you desire amiable human companionship.

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