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I gathered something about a nap? Admittedly I find myself quite envious that such intimacy was happening without my presence.

Bon, then he behaved himself. I will have to reward him for good behaviour.

Are you suggesting that I control his meal plan? He is not my pet, Rowan. I cannot do much more than nudge him in the right direction, make suggestion.

He needed sleep. I'd had a long shift. It worked out well.

You could always just withhold any playtime until after he finishes his vegetables. Let him eat some spinach and chicken, then he can be that little pillow that rat terriers like to gnaw on and thrash.

Are you calling me a little rat dog??

Seeing him stripped with bruising all over him without you healing it brought it to mind.

[Was that censure? A mild bit. The doctor in Rowan superseded the lover for a moment.]

He's human, love. Barely into human manhood in this age. He needs someone to care for him. Much as you do as well, but for different reasons.

He does not wish for all of the brushing to be healed. I heal the wounds that are concerning.

[ the huff is evident via text, here. churlish at the thought of being reprimanded for his caring for adam.]

I am at least ensuring that he eats regularly. Without my care, he was far worse off.

I've no doubt of that. His body speaks of years of malnourishment.

[Smoking. Drugs. Alcohol. Too much caffeine to stay awake past when he should sleep. And stress. Stress that had sunk into his bones. The way the boy had curled into him while he slept had started that rumbling purr to soothe. A damaged creature that needed something safe to hide under. No wonder Lestat had feelings for him.

He wasn't going to insult Lestat further by asking if he knew what frequent consumption of vampire blood could do to a body. There were feelings there, and Lestat wouldn't send him to Rowan without telling him what the problem was if he knew.]

Both of you need adult supervision.

Are you volunteering to babysit us, doctor?

[ sure he's deflecting a little - rowan's observations had given him cause to worry now, a fretting that would soon lay further roots. he was not the young man's parent, but he did hold a measure of responsibility for his well being - and the thought of adam wilting under his care was not one he wished to follow further.]

Evidently we are in need of your tender care. Else who knows what mischief Adam and I may get up to?

All sorts. Exactly the way you prefer it.

Scamp.

I adore you. More and more of late, if that is possible. :]

I love you in this realm and all the rest. Love makes anything possible.

Even babysitting?

You seem to be inclined to throw your children at me. Fortunately, they're temporary occasions.

Now, I have not turned him yet. Perhaps then he will be my child, carry my blood.

A shame. I would make a particularly fetching housewife, no?

But the events of his life has both aged him and frozen him in suspended motion. He is slowly learning how to operate as if he is not dying tomorrow.

You and I can both attest to how helpless one can feel upon being kidnapped and bound. He is lucky to still draw breath, but the scar tissue runs deep.

[That would account for some of the stress reads in his body. Rowan sighed.]

He may be a child, but you're not his keeper. It's hard to see that age and not think infant. He needs to rest more than he is. I'm glad you have someone with you that makes you happy.

You forget what it is to be a young thing, cher. Still enchanted by the world and all of its mysteries.

I will try to coax him to sleep before sunrise, at least. I do not wish for his health to deteriorate. Would it be an inconvenience to bring him to see you once more?

I am sure that I can find a way to express my gratitude.

I don't need to be thanked to do my job, Lestat. But I will always be happy to see you. If you're sending him alone on his own, I don't want to keep him long for what needs to be done. I like knowing you have someone with you.

That's my way of saying that any time you or he feels he needs to see me for something, my door is open.

Ah, I always have a need that you can fill. Quite urgently, I might add.

Best not leave it to simmer too long, else I may wind up back in your emergency department.

[Why did that send a thrill through him at the idea of being stalked and found and taken? Oh, right. Because he loved a predator.]

Tu me menaces d'un bon moment, mon amour?

Vilain homme.

You are fortunate that your magic can suppress sound. I would not hold back on my attempts to make you sing prettily for me, for the entire hospital to hear. Perhaps a little light show, too?

I don't know which you want to show off more. That you can make me shine, or that you're a fantastic lover.

A bit of both. I do enjoy making you squirm in conflicted pleasure, love.

I'm going to put you in the middle of a room full of mirrors and make you touch yourself. Then I can see you from all angles.

[Including that ass.]

Maybe I'll slip a toy in you first.

My, what did I do to deserve that? Are you attempting to deflect from my desire to render you breathless beneath me?

Keep that up, and I may have to bring out the collar restraints once more.

All this is a distraction by you from me thinking about your chew toy. Naughty vampire.

Did he tell you about the wolf?

Naughty chew toy. He is quite pleased with you, it seems. As am I.

Non. What wolf is this?

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