[ Strangely enough, hearing Vane make those stupid dog sounds actually helps keep him somewhat grounded. It's something familiar and capable of so quickly irking him, that he's able to keep something of his composure for just a little bit longer. He looks over his shoulder with pursed lips, his heartbeat quickening when he comes to the realization that Vane is drawing closer yet again.

Isn't it obvious that he's compromised at this point? Does Vane not realize that he might be under a similar sort of influence. His friend, his well-meaning, but so very stupid friend and companion didn't seem to have a clue as to what was going on. ]

Cease this. Can you not leave me be for one second so that I can explain—!

[ He lets out an audible gasp, and his body trembles at the feeling of Vane's warm tongue against the nape of his neck.

This is his breaking point. He pushes himself away from the wall, instead shifting and turning so that he grabs Vane by the collar and slams the other man against the wall (the neighbors will definitely be hearing that), a desperate attempt to get his attention before this can get any worse. ]

Vane! Listen to me, you big oaf! Something is affecting us, probably something in our drinks from earlier tonight, and you need to control yourself!