His lips brushed along Dylan's throat, pausing at that comment about a car and Lee Canyon. His lip curled and, for a brief moment, those fangs touched Dylan's throat. Not pushing deep, not piercing, just laying them there.

"On the hook of a car, hmm? Would be a shame if something like that happened here and then someone else came along behind you and fucked them to death. Would be horrible," he said, entirely cold and deadpan, not even trying to hide a possibility that jealousy was there. Yet Danny was a monster, for Dylan's desires. He had chased away the love of his life. He then lost her to this place. Unless the city ripped Dylan from him, he wasn't playing nice against loss again.

"Is that an order?" he asked, knowing it wasn't, but showing his reluctance to move. "You make a rather comfortable bed. Who would have thought."