[ His shoulders shake with mirth and he rests his chin on his hand, watching as she commandeers his drink, smirking an unapologetic. ]
If only we could be so free with the blood, but alas. [ He shrugs, not really that bothered. He has at least a small concept of what most everything here tastes like - experiencing most of them through his lovers mind over the years, but he's still curious. ]
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If only we could be so free with the blood, but alas. [ He shrugs, not really that bothered. He has at least a small concept of what most everything here tastes like - experiencing most of them through his lovers mind over the years, but he's still curious. ]
It is good at least?