[A low laugh when he hears that little slip, which only continues at her attempts to stay in character.]
Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]
no subject
Doesn't matter...
[His lips are now at her neck—]
You'll be a mess when I'm through with you.
[—before he bites into her skin. Not with his fangs, however, though he feels a strange ache as he can now so closely sense and smell her blood. It's a hard but teasing bite, a rough nibble as he lightly chews on her flesh.]