The liquid surged down his throat in a rush, as he eagerly accepted it. An impish smile curved his lips, as his fangs peeked out, while he tilted his head back - taking the poison from your hands.

He was devoid of any and all emotion, and so he sought out the thrill that pain could bring, delighting in the agony induced by the pair of hands bestowed upon you, an upper rank, by the heavens.

He wiped his lips as he leaned closer and nuzzled his face into your neck, whispering, 'I love it."