Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

They engaged in a little bit of a food fight before something clicked in his head. Slowly, Peregrine slurped the hunk of flesh into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing. He ran his tongue over his lips and leaned back slowly, brow furrowing ever so slightly as he looked Lasher full in the face.

"You don't mean taken, as in... against your will, right?" he asked. "You probably told me about him. But I forget. What was he like? Was he better looking than me?" Peregrine asked prissily, probably, let's be real jokingly.