Chavu placed the bottle with the blood and the glass on the grass and turned to leave. Marcellus reached out and grabbed his hand. He twined their fingers together.
The Naga turned to stare at him.
"Marcellus, let go of me," Chavu demanded. Something akin to a stone fell down Marcellus's stomach. He found he preferred it when Chavu called him Marcy, as much as it hurt his pride.
"I have a gift for you," Marcellus pulled out the second basket from his own bottomless bag and opened the lid. The blue roses still had dew on them. Chavu's eyebrow rose at that.
"Nice roses, but I am busy, and..." Chavu tried to get free, but Marcellus gently tugged him closer to himself. Chavu did not try to wiggle out of the vampire's hold. Marcellus liked to believe that it was because the Naga still had feelings for him, and not because of resignation.