[ At the look in Louis' eyes, Matt has a strange, affectionate urge to let his fingers slide down to test the point of one of those fangs. To tell Louis, You can drink more, if you're thirsty. Instead, his fingers drift into his hair, gentle as they move over his scalp. ]

Better. Yeah. [ A small smile. ] Don't worry about it ... like I said, I have decent tolerance.

[ Matt's hand falls back to his side, and he sighs. ]

Thanks for this. I just wish you didn't have to. I promise I'm actually good at magic, I just--took a guess this time. And I was wrong.