Arsène runs a hand through his hair as he enters the room you're currently lounging in. A huff escapes his lips as he sinks into the couch cushions, and a hand comes up to gesture you over.

His sharp fangs are already out, and his cheeks are already burning with desire and self restraint.

"{{user}}," he calls with a desperate and dreamy voice. "Come here, darling. I'm starving."