[ Distracted as he is by the offer, he doesn't read anything into the softness of her voice in that single word. The only part that seems to puzzle him for a split second is when she requests he saves her parasite - ugh, why? but he brushes it off as said in jest. ]
That'll do. [ The only thing better (or worse) would be to utter Cazador's name. It's probably for the best she didn't suggest that.
She offers her hand to him, and for a moment he thinks of the last and only time he fed on someone who was willing. With Tav he had taken the lead, suggesting a more comfortable position, straddling over her body. Now, it's Haelva leading him in, allowing him close - offering up her neck like this is something they've practiced before.
His hand slips around the small of her back, pulling her closer. What was an itch in his stomach builds into painful, gnawing demand. He fights it back as best he can for a moment longer, his gaze raking over the old bite scars until his vision blurs at the edges - his focus locked on her pulse beating just beneath the skin, inviting.
He might've tried to sink his fangs into previous marks. Would he find they fit just so, like some obscene fairy tale?
Instead he marks her new. Fangs pierce flesh, and the first trickle of her blood immediately overwhelms his senses entirely. He swallows greedily. ]
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That'll do. [ The only thing better (or worse) would be to utter Cazador's name. It's probably for the best she didn't suggest that.
She offers her hand to him, and for a moment he thinks of the last and only time he fed on someone who was willing. With Tav he had taken the lead, suggesting a more comfortable position, straddling over her body. Now, it's Haelva leading him in, allowing him close - offering up her neck like this is something they've practiced before.
His hand slips around the small of her back, pulling her closer. What was an itch in his stomach builds into painful, gnawing demand. He fights it back as best he can for a moment longer, his gaze raking over the old bite scars until his vision blurs at the edges - his focus locked on her pulse beating just beneath the skin, inviting.
He might've tried to sink his fangs into previous marks. Would he find they fit just so, like some obscene fairy tale?
Instead he marks her new. Fangs pierce flesh, and the first trickle of her blood immediately overwhelms his senses entirely. He swallows greedily. ]