His eyes are opened, and he’s watching the two of them. “We made love,” he says. There is no blush to his cheeks. He’s not ashamed in the slightest. “He was incredible. I didn’t feel any pain. Something stirred deep inside me, and I asked him to bite me. I asked him to draw blood. I wanted to feel that. I’ve never done that before with anybody. So he does. When he pulls away from me, I can see my blood on his lip. It was the most beautiful, most exquisite pain I’ve ever felt in my life, and I’d do it again. I want to,” he says smiling looking over at Jareth. “He didn’t hurt me at all. After we were finished, he left to go get a cloth. When he came back, he cleaned me up, but while he was gone, I shifted myself up on the bed. I felt the worst pain yet. I tried to hide it from him, but he could smell it. He got angry with me. I saw him losing control, and when Nicholas came in, he pushed him to the wall, away from me, and threatened to have him removed from the building. Jareth ran. He was already angry with me, and Nicholas pushed him over the edge I guess. Kaden he didn’t abandon me. He was afraid he would hurt me. So he put distance between us. That’s not running away. That’s love. That’s my lover, my Sir, my Jareth.” There is such a gentle smile on his face as he eyes Jareth. “I love him. I want to be with him, and I don’t want to hurt him. I wanted to spend my whole life taking care of him and keeping him from getting hurt. Now look at both of us. Kaden, am I doing the right thing? Should I leave him alone? Would that be what is best for him? That's all I want. What is best for him."