Ain't holdin' it 'gainst y'. Hell, only thing I wanna hold 'gainst y' is me, so.

[Namur nuzzles in at her neck, being careful about his outer teeth. But it gives him a direct electrochemical taste right near her gland and... Shit. She really is ill. It's not even fair.]

This's worse'n yer normal bout a sick, ain't it? Ain't normal. What happened?