[ that sparks something else in him -- a different sort of hunger; he's gone so long just eating the limbs for purchase from the shop that having someone else's blood on his lip means he can't resist poking his tongue out, swiping at that, shuddering at the taste --

and as if on Emet-Selch's command he comes with a sharp intake of breath, eyes closing and mouth parted, spilling into his hand. ]