[ Crowley is rapidly growing to appreciate and become content with the physical affection Aoba treats him with. The first time he thought it was weird, a random hookup that really could have not happened if he never gave the idea of having sex in the first place, but did he regret that? Did he regret this?

Maybe, in the future, he'll learn to.

That's usually how it goes. ]

Moron. [ It's mumbled against Aoba's shoulder, turning his head to look at him with a small crease between his brows. It's mild agitation at best, if he's even willing to call it that, as his tone remains relatively calm and in the midst of catching his breath. ] I wasn't apologizing for that, I'm talking about taking your blood again. If I had messed up and taken too much then I could have killed you.

[ His demeanor reads neutral, but there's an apologetic glint in his eyes. That and a small hint of self-loathe, disappointed after he's learned from experience when to stop so he wouldn't kill humans through blood drinking. ]

You realize that, don't you?