[ Goodness, of all things never to say to a Chiropteran Queen. She makes a sound in her throat that's what a growl would be if it could express contentment -- too gruff to be called purring. ]
You do have a way with words around me.
[ She noses his jaw so he'll incline his head and then bites down at the edge of the scars. Usually when she bites she's quick, steady, gentle, trying to cause as little pain as possible; this time she does none of that. She doesn't settle in to siphon his blood out either (though she does lick up whatever trickles from the punctures, why waste it?) but instead moves barely an inch and bites again. This isn't about a meal, it's because he likes it. Because they both do. ]
Re: Day 460, evening
You do have a way with words around me.
[ She noses his jaw so he'll incline his head and then bites down at the edge of the scars. Usually when she bites she's quick, steady, gentle, trying to cause as little pain as possible; this time she does none of that. She doesn't settle in to siphon his blood out either (though she does lick up whatever trickles from the punctures, why waste it?) but instead moves barely an inch and bites again. This isn't about a meal, it's because he likes it. Because they both do. ]