Closed in the same room together, Heine breathes in and the scent suffuses through his head, filling it with nothing but a primal urge to be bred.

He's staring down at the floor, trying to clench and not let the slick drip out of him when Eichel speaks again.

Automatically he shakes his head, but after a moment the words register. The way the sentence was put together triggers a flicker of memory. He's been in this room before, he's sure of it. Heine frowns, drawn into himself until Eichel reaches out to him and he starts in surprise.

"Sit," Eichel says more firmly. He guides Heine by a hand on the shoulder over to his bed.