"As if it wasn't," he rejoins, because they do both know it's not entirely unrelated, "I've killed for less," he adds, softer, and there's no guilt behind the statement, because he's never taken a life he didn't feel he had to, but that doesn't mean that he thinks the reasons he had to have always made sense. "It feels good," his hand strokes up Phillip's spine, voice low and intimate, "seeing that look in your eyes, feeling you shake against me..." he leans down, lips brushing Phillip's ear, "I want more of that"

"Hm. We were," he acknowledges, when Phillip tries to be casual about this, but his tone hasn't changed, "And we should go before they come back, besides," Phillip can feel the grin, the sharpness of teeth against his skin, "But I'm going to push you down into the bloodstained dirt and take you instead and you're not going to breathe a single word of protest about it."