Elijah whimpered a little at the teasing over his ear, his fingers clutching a bit more at Ric's hip. He noticed the fear--it had its own scent and something just as primal picked up in him in response to the fear. He pushed it back, gave a soft chuckle.

"You make a valid point..." Ric might have ignored the fear, but Elijah wasn't going to. He pulled back, fingertips brushing slowly over Ric's skin, down his neck and caught his gaze, and said softly, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."

Sex and biting might be intimately linked for him, but he could do without them together.