[He snarls and grinds his teeth as Felix touches the socket, fighting hard with the urge to writhe and bite at his hand. He keeps it down, helped by a wave of exhaustion caused by the continued pressure of Felix's boot. His grip eventually goes lax against his calf as he concentrates on taking the shallow, weak breaths he can manage. As he gets cleaned and patched up his vision gets steadily better. And oh what a sight he's greeted with. Felix's legs spread over him, dangling locks of hair framing his stern glower, his hands tugging and nudging him to get the bandages wrapped properly. It was more than enough to get his blood pumping, but at the moment he's got none to spare, so instead his mouth just goes incredibly dry.
When Felix moves on to tending the more superficial scrapes Niles finally gets fed up. They were scabbed over already, enough babying him. He knows he can't overpower anybody in this state, but he's still got one trick up his sleeve he thinks will get him what he wants. The hand that had been resting against the gouged leather starts to wander, fingers curling and gliding over Felix's inner calf and up to his thigh, giving it a rub and a squeeze. That oughta get Felix off of him.]
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When Felix moves on to tending the more superficial scrapes Niles finally gets fed up. They were scabbed over already, enough babying him. He knows he can't overpower anybody in this state, but he's still got one trick up his sleeve he thinks will get him what he wants. The hand that had been resting against the gouged leather starts to wander, fingers curling and gliding over Felix's inner calf and up to his thigh, giving it a rub and a squeeze. That oughta get Felix off of him.]