Hideaway Strath Holding hands, will it make me a sinner?

There were some names that were more familiar than others, though none of them important enough to steal Corruption's attention. It wasn't until he heard Priest and caught the slight change in Alula's tone. He stiffened enough to show his intrigue; inside of his mouth his teeth were grinding away at his inner frustration. What do you mean, too rough? It was difficult to tell what Alula meant behind her sweet, intoxicating voice.

I missed you, Corrum sighed, a toothy smile dancing across his maw, My darling girl.