Asher snarls as he comes, moments after Nathaniel, savage an wild, tearing his mouth away from Nathaniel's neck, knowing he's likely to do damage if he continues to feed, to suck at the tempting wound.

He's pleased that Nathaniel's come without his command, oddly proud as he slumps over Nathaniel, panting, his eyes fluttering closed. He's exausted in every way, even Nathaniel's blood doing little to rouse him.