[Blood-soaked clothes are deposited into the trash beside the island in the middle of the kitchen, and Dorian lets his own drop to the floor to be dealt with later. All of it is going to require laundering, but that's a problem for some other point in time, if the high rise doesn't already have a cleaning service that will pick them up. It wouldn't surprise him.

Dorian lets Larus take him to the bedroom. It's remarkably comfortable to be in a state of undress with the other man, but being so after saving the vampire's life feels like a new level. If Larus doesn't direct them to the en suite and then the bathroom, Dorian will do so with a touch of his hand to the other man's arm.

As he reaches inside the shower to start the hot water running, Dorian chuckles at the idea that Larus owes him anything.]

If you're feeling guilty, don't. Anything you took from me was restored to me faster than a rendition of Blood on the Dance Floor.

[Steam gradually starts to filter in from the shower, fogging the mirrors in the room.]

And I gave it willingly.