Erik's tone is a little too sharp when he says, "I am not your brother." That's one thing he cannot abide. He would never do these things with a sibling. Not the first time, not now.

Erik takes the man's wrist and lifts it to his lips teasing at more, only to gently kiss the unbroken skin and say, in an authoritative voice, "I want you to clean yourself up and go down to have more water and a meal. You've only just come back to, and my lust for blood is still sated from last night."