One of Jackson's arms wrapped around the back of the other's neck. He doesn't object even though he wanted to point out they could have just gotten to the compound first before Klaus fed. It mattered little. It wouldn't take Klaus long to get them there.

Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.

"Get on with it then, Couyon."