"Yes, alright," Pyotr readily agrees. Too readily; he has no real conception of what Erik expects of him. A lifetime of indolence and co-dependence will do that to you -- and sure enough, his mouth curves in a small smirk.

"I wasn't expecting to find a new brother in the afterlife." His shoulders rise with a breathless huff of a laugh. "Much less one who'd want to stop me from drinking. But you're just as bloodthirsty as Andrey...and far more good-looking...so I guess you'll do." He grins briefly before offering his wrists to Erik again. "What do you want of me?"