Kell looks down at her mouth and forcefully does not think of Alucard anywhere near it, focusing instead on the ragged cut that must have been made by her own teeth. "You know how I must do it," he answers, lifting his eyes back to hers.
He thinks of the club, of her sharp teeth on his own lips and wonders if she'd actually been after a taste of his blood. He'd have given it to her. "Is that alright?"
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Date: 2016-04-28 02:23 am (UTC)He thinks of the club, of her sharp teeth on his own lips and wonders if she'd actually been after a taste of his blood. He'd have given it to her. "Is that alright?"