No, it won't. That, he doesn't resent her for knowing, and when she touches him he presses into it rather than pulling away, his teeth slightly bared.

"What cause do I have to deny myself pleasure?" If this is who he is, perhaps it's best to not flee from it. He feels something dark rise up inside him, the same part of himself that finds meaning and joy in the shedding of blood, and closes his hand around her wrist.

"In driest desert, one must take what water can be found."