“You would have bleed out if I had waited until you were more lucid to ask again.” Viktor said, dismissively. “As it is I barely made it in time.” As he spoke, the vampire reached forward, intending to move the collar of Rafe’s shirt away to check on the healed wound.

Rafe was listening even if he didn't show signs of that though when the vampire reached for the collar of his shirt Rafe immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist. It was more reflex than anything else, and his reflexes were much faster now. A fact that he was just discovering as he didn't really fully grasp the powers that he now possessed.

Viktor raised his eyebrow, “Let go of my wrist, childe, I want to make sure that your wound did fully heal. It should have with the turning, but it was quiet serious and you slept longer than normal.”

The elder vampire hoped that his fledgling wasn’t going to fight him on this; he’d rather not have to assert his authority so soon.

"Stop calling me that," Rafe said, giving the vampire a look when he again called him childe while at the same time ordering him to release the grip on his wrist. "Tell you what, I'll let you go and you don't touch me, okay?" Rafe said though the way that he phrased it made that sound more like an order than a suggestion.

Rafe actually had to resist the urge to hiss at Viktor at that point, the mahogany haired man shaking his head in response to that and rolling his eyes. "Jeez, this is great," he said before muttering a string of profanity in Gaelic.

Viktor simply twisted his wrist and pulled it free, “I’ll call you what I wish, childe.” He replied, emphasizing the term as a slight German accent slipped into his voice. “And I do understand Gaelic, Rafe, so I would suggest that you mind your tongue; consider this your last warning.”

“I wouldn’t have needed to touch you if you would do me the courtesy of answering my question. Earlier this night I was kneeling in a pool of your blood so forgive me if I have concerns about your wellbeing.”

"Well that's good to know, at least you'll know what I'm saying if I insult you then," Rafe said when Viktor pointed out the fact that he understood Gaelic. The bit about it being his last warning actually did get a hiss out of the mahogany haired young man, his gray-blue eyes almost flashing. "Do not treat me as though I am a kid, I'm a grown man," he felt the need to say.

The bit about the older vampire kneeling in a pool of his blood actually did give him pause however, his expression faltering as his mind flashed back to the earlier events. The feel of the wound, the warmth of his own blood... and Viktor.

He was having trouble coming to terms with all of this.

“Don’t hiss at me,” Viktor scolded, resisting the urge to give the fledgling the swat he was clearly asking for when he saw his expression falter. “If you don’t want me touching you right now, then answer my question; how are you feeling?”

Rafe looked at the other vampire and hissed again just out of sheer principle, just because Viktor had told him not to do it. It seemed as though the older vampire wasn't listening to him as he told him not to treat him as a child and that annoyed Rafe. "I'm fine," Rafe replied when he was again ordered to answer the previous question, feeling anything but fine even as he said it but he was physically fine so that was what he was referring to.

“Good,” Viktor said shortly, reaching out to grab Rafe’s elbow and force him to his feet as he took his place on the bed. “Then I believe we should make a few things clear.”

He pulled Rafe over his lap as he spoke; deciding that letting the fledgling get away with his pushing wasn’t going to going to be beneficence to either of them. Life as a vampire was dangerous enough without a fledgling trying to fight their sire.

"What are you even talking about?" Rafe said when Viktor said that they had some things to make clear. "And what happened to the not touching me thing?" It was clear by the tone of his voice that he was not happy with the grip on his wrist.

The young vampire was completely startled when he ended up tugged over to the bed and then he found himself over Viktor's lap.

"What the absolute fuck?" Rafe exclaimed, his eyes flashing again as he growled and tried to push himself up. "I don't know what you're playing at but you need to stop!" The tone of his voice made it seem as though he were issuing an order in that moment.