And a reaction was what he got - Javik's hand shot out faster and more precisely than it should have, grabbing Damon's collar and hauling him forward. Gripping both his shoulders, Javik pushed his face into Damon's neck, dragging his tongue up his jawline. That part might not have been entirely necessary, but the more senses he exposed to Damon, the easier it was to read him. The smell of blood always clung to him, and Javik's sensory pits practically burned at the proximity to alien skin.