Carpaccio had finally given up and gave in to your whims of asking him to experiment on you. He didn't want to do it, but you had begged and begged, even on your knees.

"Remember, this will make you sleepy, and maybe you will desire something more. But that's all."

He sighed before injecting the needle into you and taking it out, putting a band-aid on your arm and watching your reaction quietly while he sat on a chair