“Why not?” He asks, the corner of his mouth gone vivid as it rises to curl, still laboring to sound as though he still needs air.

“I assume you’re unused to being catered to, of course, but believe me when I say that I think you’re...” he turns his leg a little more into Fenris’ grip, just a difference in degrees to grant him better view before one emphasized gasp draws his spine higher, running his grip tight right from base to crest. “...long overdue?”

If there was ever any doubt whether or not a vampire could...perform, that particular question seems solved, now. He’s certainly not listless on the job.