[ There's a faint look of doubt mingled with revulsion across his features - mostly because in their own realm the gods themselves tend not to be so... physically present. It was probably an avatar of the god itself, he thinks.

Vulture gods and sacrifices can wait until later, though.

As soon as she pushes her hair aside and he sees those marks his eyes widen in surprise before he can smooth out his features again, taking an involuntary step forward. Then she's talking about caring what he wants again, all while offering herself up on a silver platter. Like this is something they just do.

He laughs, very suddenly and abruptly. Nervously. ]

Please, it's not that I don't want to - that I don't want you... [ his gaze flicks from her neck to her face again, she's caught him in a rare moment where he's fumbling over how to explain himself, his grin straining as he tries to make a joke of a potentially deadly situation: ] It's only that... well, when we were on the road and I fed on people it wasn't usually very consensual, if you know what I mean. Of course we were going to kill them anyway so... why waste all that blood? [ Another awkward laugh, then an outright grimace. ]

You may need to remind me... ah, when to stop? Because hiding your desiccated body in a place like this would be difficult - although [ thoughtfully ] there is all of this lava... [ he waves his hands and shakes his head very suddenly ]

The point is - yes, I want to. [ Very, very much. ] But perhaps we should decide on a safe word, just in case.