Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

Honestly, Malek was surprised at how well his affinity worked in a defensive position. The moment he pushed his gift onto the young vampire, the man could easily see the instantaneous conflict dancing in his eyes, the hesitation in his body as Arlo simply stares for a moment longer at his own blood covered hand. Mal simply eyes his attacker finding the moment almost amusing though he keeps the emotion carefully from his features, he didn't particularly feel like losing any more blood tonight. When the stranger finally drops his hand, he lets it fall to the ground as he regards the boy closely, a look of horror crossing his face.

Wincing internally, perhaps he used too much, yet the vampire feared if he released his affinity, the hooded man would be drinking from his wrist again. So, he waits as the boy toys with his thoughts that are clearly written across his features.

Feeling the bindings loosen and then altogether disappear has Malek raising his brows in surprise. Shifting his legs, enjoying the feeling of freedom again, he reaches down and rubs where the bindings had been, letting the cool air caress his legs, "Ah, much better. That is an interesting gift you have there; an electrical web," he muses allowed before pulling himself into a standing position, brushing the dirt from his backside. Forgetting momentarily that his affinity is still caressing the stranger's the pheromones entirely, that when he speaks again, Malek's steely gray eyes flick up to meet Arlo's a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his lip.

Perhaps he would play, if only for a little bit. He truly felt sorry for his younger specimen but lessons had to be learned somehow.

Lifting his hand to his lips, he licks across the open wound, successfully healing himself before regarding the clearly conflicting vampire. "There is nothing wrong with being gay," Malek states as he prowls closer to Arlo, successfully backing him against the wall, his unbound hair in slight disarray from the attack. Placing one hand on the wall while the other lightly brushes against his attacker's cheek, he leans forward and places a delicate kiss on his neck, letting his teeth graze the skin just barely. Lifting just barely, he murmurs in his ear, "First rule about other supernatural creatures, we all have our own powers. Mine just so happens to be lust," he pulls away grinning at him broadly.

Taking a few steps away, he abruptly shuts off his affinity. He can't imagine how it would feel to instantly just stop lusting after someone. Letting his hands slide casually back into his pockets, he cocks his head at the hooded man, "What's your name? You're rather young by vampire standards, your maker should be teaching you to hunt properly," his brows furrow for a moment before holding a hand up in a stopping motion towards the boy, "Also, do not try to bind me again, you have only but felt a glimpse of my power, I could have you weeping on the ground before me if I so desired," Malek warns sternly.

An idea begins to weave its way through the ancient's mind just as he reaches up to scratch his beard thoughtfully, "I don't suppose you would like to learn to hunt properly, would you?" he questions those English lyrics caressing his tone nicely. Malek truly didn't believe the boy wanted to harm others, perhaps his reasoning behind hunting vampires. Though, the inexperience showed immediately when he attempted to hunt an ancient.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.