Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

The change was instant, he noticed. Valour watched with confusion, a bit stunned as suddenly the confident charm was upped a ton and the weak, simpering Abaddon of moments ago was nearly gone. As Abaddon crept closer he raised his tail and stood his ground though his ears shifted back nervously. The question startled him, the offer to have a taste  given so freely. He knew of the habits of Vengeance and some of the others and he had felt real hunger, he saw nothing wrong with getting nutrition however possible. "You're serious?" he asked still thinking, sounding dubious. All the man wanted was to bite him or something? He'd been in many fights and gotten many wounds, he was sure he could handle it to satisfy his curiosity. He'd even suggest the other go first so he could learn how whatever was being offered was done. "If you are, then I accept. You can go first" he looked at the other, tensing and wary and for a second wondering if he should run. "Wait! Just...is it like getting hurt in a fight?" he asked in a soft, tense voice ashamed that he was frightened of the possibility of it hurting too much.