I don't care how. Just do it. This isn't a game.

[He's playing with very real, ingrained instinct here. Kill or be killed. Somehow it's all entwined with their sex, and it's getting worse.

And that's the adrenaline he needs, more desperation than excitement, but still similar.]

I need another towel. [His voice has gone oddly flat. The blood flowing down his arm, the sodden towel, they've finally caught his attention.] You got a needle? Might need to stitch this up after all.