[Adam's not sure he believes that there's nothing to be sorry for, but then again asking for anything has never been his strong suit.

Andyr is strong and it is blatantly clear in the moment the other picks him up, he wraps his legs around his waist, arms around him as well. It's still gentle there the soft presses of lips against his cheek, the warmth of Andyr so close to him.

He doesn't answer immediately because the question deserves thought and not a reckless answer.]

I think blood is okay, if... I'll tell you if something's too much. [He tilts his head meeting the others gaze and his stomach is a coiling mess of desire and apprehension and need to purge of something, anything.] anything that happens, I'll tell you. I promise.