Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

So a waste of time... well, on the other's part. At least as far as Abaddon could tell. Why not? His interest was piqued, however. A morbid curiosity and he would try to push this one to see what he could do more with him than just take a nibble out of his neck. Don't you want to find out? Sliding across his mug was a Cheshire grin, wide and toothy with a hidden malice. 

I'm here, after all, I can... watch over you. How far can he push his luck with this one? Just a little further before he demands payment for all his hard work in helping to push the damn log. And just thinking about having that delicious drink of free blood, oh! Oh how it made his mouth water. There was no rush... and so, he waited, with his full attention on the smaller man who was beaming with life.