𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨—.

From his gums, but— he wouldn’t mind sinking them into her neck if she’s not 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡.

Oh, he’ll be sure to let her know once he’s had a taste.

Not at all. The duo are somewhat similar in that department. Demon. 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞—.

Fair enough. He’ll oblige. What’s her poison tonight? 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, or alcohol?

Oh, he knows that 𝒂𝒍𝒍 too well. Fresh blood without a doubt. Who’s she in the mood for? Going on a binge sounds fun.

Count him in, a single palm extending, awaiting his faithful’s grasp. ⠀⠀ ❛Shall we?❜ Beckons that smoothed tone— simper soon blooming across paled features; fangs clicking into view.