Hunh?

[ Adachi turned back at him in confusion, before his hand went to his neck, flinching at the marks there. ]

Oh. No. I mean, I think there was something in the tea that made this all seem like a good idea, but no.

[ He gestured toward the closed door. ]

Pretty sure the guy's a vampire on top of being built like a truck. Because that's fair.

[ He struggled with Viktor's pants, trying to get his belt to go around them and keep them up. Someone really needed to force feed him until he put on some real weight; even with the muscle he was building up, Adachi was scrawny as hell. ]

He didn't wake up when I got out of bed, but I don't want to take my chances when he does.