A hunter and a Noble, both of them blushing terribly. Such dangerous creatures. It's laughable in that moment, never mind that they are touching lest they lose the ability to breath.
Mayerling eyes her imitation of vampire fangs, amused that those are meant to look anything like a set of vampire feeding fangs. All the better if Sharon has no intimate knowledge of what those are like. It is the highest compliment to him that Sharon feels so safe with him that her mind did not consider being fed upon as a threat. At least, as a threat of grave concern.
It concerns him, however, from the way Sharon speaks of wandering hands, from the way she doesn't want D to know because she knows how dangerous vampires can be (surely D has educated her on the fates of those bitten by vampires from their world, the reason for which Mayerling has obtained D's promise, the reason for which the vampire hunter can be trusted to follow through whether Mayerling asked or didn't), from the signals he senses in her body, that something in her past, something traumatic and personal and experienced... outweighs any other potential horror. Such is the way of horror.
"On my life, I swear to you, I will never make physical advancement upon you without your free, enthusiastic consent, Sharon," Mayerling says, "I am a gentleman and a romantic. I have had four romances in my long life, and outside of romance, I have no interest in otherwise engaging in physical intimacy of a sexual nature." His cheeks still rival the colors used for blush on a stage, but the need to assure Sharon outweighs his potential embarrassment.
Should he find it necessary due to bloodlust, he would approach D, as the only appropriate potential partner in Trench. D would hate it, Mayerling suspects, but consider it if the alternatives were worse. He also knows that D suffers from the same bloodlust. Besides, that wouldn't necessarily be sex but biting. He feels no compunction to explain that briarpatch of a situation, however.
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Mayerling eyes her imitation of vampire fangs, amused that those are meant to look anything like a set of vampire feeding fangs. All the better if Sharon has no intimate knowledge of what those are like. It is the highest compliment to him that Sharon feels so safe with him that her mind did not consider being fed upon as a threat. At least, as a threat of grave concern.
It concerns him, however, from the way Sharon speaks of wandering hands, from the way she doesn't want D to know because she knows how dangerous vampires can be (surely D has educated her on the fates of those bitten by vampires from their world, the reason for which Mayerling has obtained D's promise, the reason for which the vampire hunter can be trusted to follow through whether Mayerling asked or didn't), from the signals he senses in her body, that something in her past, something traumatic and personal and experienced... outweighs any other potential horror. Such is the way of horror.
"On my life, I swear to you, I will never make physical advancement upon you without your free, enthusiastic consent, Sharon," Mayerling says, "I am a gentleman and a romantic. I have had four romances in my long life, and outside of romance, I have no interest in otherwise engaging in physical intimacy of a sexual nature." His cheeks still rival the colors used for blush on a stage, but the need to assure Sharon outweighs his potential embarrassment.
Should he find it necessary due to bloodlust, he would approach D, as the only appropriate potential partner in Trench. D would hate it, Mayerling suspects, but consider it if the alternatives were worse. He also knows that D suffers from the same bloodlust. Besides, that wouldn't necessarily be sex but biting. He feels no compunction to explain that briarpatch of a situation, however.