His lover was literally a bloody mess. Monty did not typically see his lover this way, not even after a moment where Ishmael had fed on him. Was the fact that his stomach did not turn a result of his love for Ishmael or was he just that desensitized from all the times he had been the one to cause someones blood to spill.

Monty decided that he could ponder that later when Ishmael spoke. Ishmael's movements were off so Monty was inclined to disagree with Ishmael's personal assessment of his current state.

"You are not as cold as you usually are," Monty allowed despite Ishmael still being a tad chilly to the touch. He was aware it was the corpses blood causing Ishmael to feel this sensation internally so he wasn't about to rob him of that. "Been a while since I have seen you feed yourself so well, my love," he couldn't help but tease as he pushed the corpse off of the vampire and wiped at Ishmael's lips with one of his handkerchiefs as if Ishmael had merely dribbled out some of his soup.