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[ there honestly isn't much considering Emet-Selch's state, but the thought is appreciated!

there's a pleased sound like a hum under his breath; he's not a masochist per se but there's something about the sensation he enjoys, combined with the fact he knows the Ascian can't really enjoy the taste. he is getting more and more relaxed. ]

I almost worry ... You'll find yourself sick after this.

[He pulls back and licks the mark when he's done.]

Then consider it an experiment. Ever do we enjoy answering such questions. And it hasn't made you sick yet, unless I'm about to hear some new information.

It has not! I am a tad light-headed, but, well, that is a sacrifice I will take.

[ and it's not a bad sensation per se -- similar to the tipsiness when he's lightly drunk. ]

[Running a finger along the shell of his ear.]

Oh? Are you embarrassed that you enjoy it? I was wondering if you also enjoyed being on the receiving end of sadism.

[ he chuckles - - ]

Embarrassed? Oh, no. It is simply not a side of you I see often.

You can quite literally blame Hell. Or perhaps this is all rooted in my psyche were I dig far down enough.

[He can't really turn up the water in a heated pool or tell the fireplace to burn brighter, so....]

Do tell me if you start feeling ill. I'm not quite sure how your current effect of freezing will cause complications. Neither of us want this to get truly messy.

[He runs his thumb against one side of his neck and bites down on the other, lapping up the sludge.]

[ it turns out being freezing and lacking in some blood may not be a good mix, in fact. he shivers a bit -- at least the heat of the dorms does help but he curls in closer, not wanting Emet-Selch to stop, either, raking fingers through his hair. ]

Of course -- I will tell you if it becomes too much.

[He hums when fingers run through his hair though he doesn't reply. He rubs his shoulders as he continues to drink, but he does pull back in a few moments for a small break. It is still gross.]

[ he exhales as he pulls back -- a bit heavily, his movements more lethargic as he idly strokes through his hair ]

If only ... I bled wine, or something more pleasing ...

Then I would have to share.

[Getting in the water with him and trying to tug him into his lap, arms around his waist. He doesn't want him to slip after all.]

[ he moves along with that -- he's pretty cooperative at this point, to be honest, slipping into the water and his lap, nuzzling lazily against him.

there's a hum of laughter. ]

And whom would you share with?

[Petting his hair and resting his cheek on top of his head.]

I would never dissuade you from finding your enjoyment. So I suppose I would exclude anyone who would simply attempt to use you.

Without your desiring it of course.

[ he can't help but chuckle, at the idea. ]

I can hardly imagine someone who would go so far as to use my for my wine-blood.

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