That tilt of Tim's chin drew Raylan's gaze to the very last place he wanted it to be. He no longer cared about the bite marks already there. It was the pulse beneath the skin that he wanted to avoid. And yet, he could see it, clear as ever. Each tiny surge making the tracing of blue lines expand and contract in time with the man's heart. That heartbeat slowly drowned out every other sound in the room, until Tim's voice could barely be heard behind it.

Raylan could see it clearly in his mind. Grabbing Tim. Holding him close. Sinking his teeth into his neck. That warm rush of blood. It took everything he had to not act on it, as everything he was tried to push him forward. His lips parted, the tips of his fangs visible.

All at once he ripped his gaze away, eyes and lips pressed shut. He shook it off, gaze snapping back to Tim's. "A threat. What the hell else would it be?!" He didn't want to think of what he could be promising. What Tim wanted. "Get outta the way or I'm gonna make you get outta the way!" He didn't have the strength to compel Tim again. And he feared if he touched the man, it wouldn't be to move him. Why couldn't Tim just understand it was better if they just parted ways now?