A bewildered snicker leaks out through his nose before he has a chance to quiet it, but then she's awake so fast it hardly matters.

The other neat thing about vampire senses is he can tell exactly which two vertebrae in her back just clicked together. That... did not sound pleasant. Seriously, when is a chiropractor going to show up here? Maybe Artemy knows some techniques. Hm.

"I'll help you draft it, Love," he says with cautious amusement. Self-preservation keeps him from adding 'because they won't be able to read it otherwise'.

No longer able to resist it, he sits and pulls her over his lap in such a way that he can start to massage her shoulders and neck. It feels so natural that he doesn't even stop to consider if he should.

"It was a profitable evening, yes. A lovely couple had me over for a spur-of-the-moment bit of experimenting. I don't break from my standards often but I..." His hands falter with his voice. "I stayed the night because they were both so warm to sleep beside and I missed that."

He forces himself not to turn his gaze from her, even though he can't hide his anxiety. Not from her. "I've missed you, River."