[He smiles softly at the kiss, but is relieved when he finally settles. He gives the small of his back a scritch before trailing his free hand from Lahabrea's elbow down to where he is tracing the scar. He takes his finger loosely and pulls his hand up to kiss his knuckles. All the while he is humming, contemplative.]

No. Not that I can recall in this moment.

[Leaning is head forward to kiss along his neck, mindful of his own sharp fangs, as he searches for his pulse point. When he does find it, he runs the flat of his tongue over it, taking in the throbbing feeling.]

I'm still right here. It's alright.