[Chris looked lovely before, but on his knees, looking up into Erik's face with that intoxicating mixture of intelligent arousal well... the only word that does it justice is 'ravishing.' His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, just enough to start making Chris's scalp itch.]

My word as a vampire [He is very intentionally outing himself, so he can't be accused of shrouding his nature] and as a lord. My fangs bear no venom, and I myself cast no magic save the pleasure any mortal man can conjure.