The boy possessively captured the fabric of the vampire's shirt, and bunched it in his clenched fists. He returned the kiss with fierce pleasure, groaning into his host's mouth as if it were his first taste of cool water after days burning on desert sand.
But he had not fully abandoned the full heat of his anger. When the vampire withdrew from him, the edge of the boy's teeth scraped almost viciously across his lower lip.
His words were greeted with a soft sob, which verged on a tearful scoff of disbelief. When he lifted his head, the urchin's eyes gleamed wet with tears.
"O-oui, Monsieur," he rasped into the darkness.
Once he was alone, the boy took a moment to collect himself. He raked a trembling hand through his tangled golden hair, his breath ragged in his throat. He stood somewhat unsteadily, two fingers pressed into the hollow of his temple as he attempted to soothe the storm of his thoughts.
When he was at last able to catch his breath, the youth proceeded towards his room, his mind too preoccupied to think on the finer points of the vampire's instruction.
The boy crept carefully through the inky darkness of the house. His bare feet had learned to instinctually recall the route, but he moved cautiously until he spied the familiar fan of candlelight that seeped from beneath his bedroom door.
Once inside his room, the boy hastily removed what remained of his clothing, and redressed himself appropriately. His fingers quivered as he fixed buttons into place, and straightened his collar around the lean stem of his scarred neck.
Fabien reappeared from the cosy warmth of his quarters, his sharp silhouette preceding him as he stepped back into the rich darkness of the hall. He turned, and prepared to make his way towards his host's bedroom door.