'Don't be gentle' sent a shiver up the imp's spine - how the fuck was that so hot? Damn! Blitzo had macked on a few people before, so once he picked the right angle to tackle the beak, he dove in.

There was a little sharpness scraping his lip, but nothing much crazier than a snaggletooth or fangs - actually, the way their mouths meshed was nice... the imp returned a little of the sharpness in kind, tangling their tongues so his teeth scratched over tender flesh.