Sunspire Mountains drinks 'em like flesh smoothies

A roll of her eyes was his only answer, her only words vulgar and unfit for this. Like Tonravik, she could speak with few words though she often simply chose not to, enjoying her own vulgarity. He was ridiculous but she was equally so, which only made them fit together even better, blatantly displayed as he pushed her over much as she had him. The slightest flinch marred her expression as teeth tore open her flesh but the burn of pain dulled after a moment as he relented and let her up.

Rolling to her feet, Kroc snapped at her companion, intentionally just missing his ear with her teeth. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up and get on with it." But she met him in the middle, pressing her shoulder against his to allow their blood to mingle. Nothing magical happened (admittedly part of her had expected something to happen; a lightning strike or something), but she lifted her gaze to meet his, wolven eyebrows raising. 

"Well, that was anti-fucking-climatic."