Dylan grunted in lieu of a proper you're welcome, looking up at him briefly as he tucked his cock back into his pants again. He was working at the zipper of his fly when Daniel continued and he paused, glancing over at him again, raking his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully as he considered.

"For now, it's permanent," he decided, another quick push of magic included in those last two words. It wouldn't fix whatever Dylan did to him, wouldn't give him his dick back if he forced that tight, perfect porn star pussy on him again, since that wouldn't register as damage, wouldn't register as wrong and in need of repair, but anything else? He'd be safe from anything else up to and including death, able to heal through it, and that was good on any number of levels.

Now, he could continue to feed on Daniel for however long he kept the vampire shift. Now, he'd be protected from whatever shit this place tried to pull. Now, he couldn't take the easy way out, if he decided this was all too much. He was his, forever -- or at least until he got bored -- unbreakable and unaging.