The Heartwood A Lover's Blight

Her lack of fear or disgust in her tone, the fact that she remained for so long, talking to him idly as if this wolf had been any other piece of prey...Athan had a sense of what he was dealing with now. Whether she actually partook in feasting on blood herself, or was merely intrigued and amused by the sight of it, he would not know for certain; perhaps she wasn't hungry enough to steal the child's body from him. And I suppose you liked what you observed, then?

His gem-like eyes observe the woman's body lustfully now, fully throwing himself into that one emotion. The blood he consumed only serves to fuel it, his heart pounding the newly acquired liquid through his veins at an steadily increasing tempo. Athan approaches, cautiously at first, his head growing closer to the woman's. I think so, He whispers in her ear. He does not move yet, waiting for some cue from her — verbal or physical — to continue or back away.