The corner of Vlad's mouth quirks up, and he shakes his head. He's just a step away, and he can hear the man's heart beating like a drum.

'Then I will remember for you.'

He already has, indulged himself in visions of quiet exploration, of what it might be to steal a kiss, and be rewarded with a shy smile. He dreams of being awakened with a touch at his throat, a mouth rough with whiskers, and the blunt edge of teeth waking his skin up. He dreams of this, and more. Has every since he first watched the man sleeping in his bed.

'It means nothing to you, less than nothing, but I loved you in that moment.' He still does, and its driving him mad, making him spend energy he does not have, keeping his hunger in check.

'And as much as it shames me, I will not deny it.'