Lu Yizhou's appearance gradually returned to normal; his canines receded and the black veins around his eyes calmed down. His whole body was still tense, holding Oliver up by his hips. If the situation wasn't so serious now Oliver thought he must have laughed. Here they were, discussing the bruise on Oliver's shoulder still with their erections pressing against each other. A low, frustrated whine escaped from his throat. "You didn't." He stressed. "I said it. You wouldn't hurt me, Altair. Ever."