[ Natsuno's eyes flicker from Erhard's jugular to his medial cubital, the rhythmic beating of blood music to his ears. Despite himself and the situation, he hums quietly. ]

Aren't you going to ask about the side effects? For all you know, I could kill you, sensei. [ The questions are far from pointless but they are rhetorical in a sense. Not so empty words to fill the air. ]

Sit. I'll take it from your arm.