"I much prefer me high myself," Nyx said honestly, offering a smile and a laugh- Though it didn't quite feel genuine. He could laugh about it all he liked, but there was a sadness there. Nyx loved being loved, but he was the last one to offer it to himself.

The melancholy wasn't allowed to linger though, banished in an instant as he made his way back to Hannibal's lap.

"Bite me again. Hard. Take as much as you dare. I want you to."