"Right." Mick looks down, a slightly pointier smile curving over his teeth. Maybe just ten more heartbeats - another glance confirms that yes, ten more beats'll be enough.

Dark, fragrant, spicy...

"It's okay. Inquisitive minds, and so on."

He gets the same little wad of already soaked fabric, counts down the last few beats before pressing it to the entry wound, carefully pulling the needle out.

Can't take too much, never too much, already too much to ask. "It's difficult to describe. It's like..." He breathes deep, eyes transfixed on the dark blood - one hand keeping the needle steady so as not to lose a drop, the other pressing the cloth to the wound.

"Bend your arm, let that stay in place until you stop bleeding."

It's a bit difficult to focus on conversation right now.