Always talking... always TALKING, like he didn't know exactly what he was getting himself into...!

He hadn't done anything like this in a long time. With a neck bared, taunting him, he withdrew bloodied teeth-

"SHUT. UP." His grip rounded, one claw clutched at his back as he set to Alastor's neck, let fresh blood pour between fangs. Like a constrictor finding its prey, everything tightened against him- an almost covetous embrace- as he let the blood run along his forked tongue.