[again, another bit of silence drags on-- longer than he'd like, but he has to take a moment and process what kavinsky has just told him. his blood's ... addictive? yet he said that he'd be okay, since it was only a little bit this time.

he ponders the idea, wonders what it'd be like to need the fledgling's vitae like one might require sleep or food and drink. would he be okay with that? yes and no, taking his uncanny attraction into account. kurt has to admit, he would enjoy the intimacy of such a thing, although needing blood seems too bizarre, even for him.

surprisingly, when he speaks, his voice is calm and collected, blue knuckles dusting across kavinsky's jaw.] Convenient, [he expresses, accentuated by another brush of lips across the other boy's, a slight purr thrumming in his chest.] Thank you for telling me. [considering kavinsky could have been a total asshole and kept right on letting this bloodplay happen until kurt was addicted and dependent on him.]

I'm not sure how I'd feel about that, but. [he meets the older boy's dark eyes, the edges of his lips hinting at mirth.] At the moment, it's all right. I have a feeling my body would thank you for it.