Noah saw the smile Diego had for his actions and he smiled back. They were totally fucked in the head, but Noah saw nothing wrong with it. Even better that they were fucked together, something to share in with another human being who could maybe begin to understand it. Noah had never really had something on that level, not with those scientists and obviously not in the time where everyone was either dead or asleep. This was something genuine and all Noah could do was try to accept it.

That motion got Noah growling again, seeing the way Diego was trying to distract himself. Pulling them both away roughly, Noah brought him back to the floor with a shove that was only slightly more controlled than before. While he would hopefully be momentarily dazed, Noah quickly moved to the bookcase and located the knife; a few books were tossed away, but he was quick enough in reading the titles to appreciate which ones Diego wouldn't be too upset at being treated poorly. He took it, flipped it from hilt to blade to hilt on his stalk back to Diego and knelt at his side with one hand gripping his throat, pressing the tie's knot into his Adam's apple, while the knife was laid in a faux-gentleness along the underside of his ribs. "Begging comes later, Argent," he said firmly. "It's going to happen, but before that you're gonna deny yourself every fucking step of the way."