[Sandalphon's pupils blow wide open at the scent of blood again, and his mouth slowly falls open, as though it's against his will.

He's in possession of enough of his faculties to speak one last time, though, one more chance for Izumi to see reason.]

...I...could hurt you. I wouldn't try to, and I wouldn't mean to, but I...I'm so hungry...

[He really might drain him dry. The look in his eyes is downright feral right now—there's food right in front of him, willingly offering itself.]

I want to live with you, but not off of you...!

[One last attempt to resist. He owes Izumi at least this much. He doesn't know what he's offering. He's a model, how could he have that kind of career if he had bite marks plastered all over his neck? How is he supposed to stay healthy if he's losing his blood every now and again? Sandalphon isn't worth all that, he'd never be worth Izumi's health or his livelihood—

—But he's so, so hungry. And his lucid mind is fighting a losing battle against his instinct to survive.]