[ It's mean to be reassuring, but his relief breaks over him like a wave, and he smiles until he catches himself, remembering the fangs that probably make being smiled at by him a uniquely unpleasant experience, right now. It's easy enough to get it under control - his whole body feels wound tight, tense and coiled as a spring, as he leads Noct to the little grove. It doesn't take long, and it's uneventful enough - he'd learned in his earlier hunt that demons seem either unusually quiet this evening or willing to give him as wide a berth as possible.
Still, when they enter the clearing, he can feel the reality of it, anticipation thrumming through his body and his throat seemingly clenched tight as a fist with concern. He turns to Noct, still holding his hand, worry knitting his brow. ]
I haven't - I've never taken blood straight from the source, so to speak. I can leave you a moment if you want to mix a little into a drink?
[ He could. He should. But he's wanted his mouth against the Prince's neck since long before any of this, and he can't shake the image of it, the desire. ]
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[ It's mean to be reassuring, but his relief breaks over him like a wave, and he smiles until he catches himself, remembering the fangs that probably make being smiled at by him a uniquely unpleasant experience, right now. It's easy enough to get it under control - his whole body feels wound tight, tense and coiled as a spring, as he leads Noct to the little grove. It doesn't take long, and it's uneventful enough - he'd learned in his earlier hunt that demons seem either unusually quiet this evening or willing to give him as wide a berth as possible.
Still, when they enter the clearing, he can feel the reality of it, anticipation thrumming through his body and his throat seemingly clenched tight as a fist with concern. He turns to Noct, still holding his hand, worry knitting his brow. ]
I haven't - I've never taken blood straight from the source, so to speak. I can leave you a moment if you want to mix a little into a drink?
[ He could. He should. But he's wanted his mouth against the Prince's neck since long before any of this, and he can't shake the image of it, the desire. ]