"You're always welcome here," he reassures Jonathan. This apartment is his, after all. Even the mere act of being here puts Jonathan in his power, Heine's interference or no.

Of course, it isn't enough. He'll have to find some way to make Jonathan lower his guard, to make him accept food and drink, to lure him into sleep.

For now, he wets a towel, and lowers himself to his knees in front of Jonathan. "Allow me to assist." He glances at Jonathan briefly, just a hint of red in his eyes, before he turns to his task, running the towel gently along Jonathan's dirtied skin.