Sam laughed at that and tucked some of that dark hair away from those fascinating eyes. His own were still golden, the wolf still at the surface even if he was no longer animalistic. Gently he tapped that nose playfully.

"You've known that for years. I have a feeling I'm the only one who hasn't died or chased you away when you've latched on."

And he even knew that Matthias fed from him and what he fed on. But he simply let him.