Opening my mouth over the bite, I fit my teeth over where someone else's were, sucking just enough to briefly increase the flow, dark and metallic on my tongue.

Sitting back, I squeeze the washcloth out over the wound, rinsing until it runs clear, then I leave it alone to clot again. Once he gets out, I'll deal with disinfecting it for real, but right now, that's not really what this is about.

I'm almost methodical with the rest of it, scrubbing down his shoulders and chest, letting the washcloth dip below the surface of the water but touching him without any real intent other than getting him clean.

"Lean forward," I say, so I can get his back, as promised.