He only pulled off the bite long enough to sit up pull off his tee shirt and, then his track pants and boxers in one feel swoop. Who cares if he still had socks on. His shoes were by the door. He never trains in them. He moved over her, his green eyes hazed with lust as he looked down at her, a bit of blood on his lips as he positioned himself at her entrance but didn't push in. Just teasing her as he leaned down to the other breast, teasing the nipple with the point of his right fang.