[Adrian is no cleaner; he has relished himself in his prey, and it can be seen all over his person. Once more, his hair is stained crimson with blood running down his chin and arms. Fortunately, his clothing was hardly anything of note to begin with, so the sticky red means nothing to him.
When he looks at Dimitri, his eyes are glazed over with lust. The blood on its own had been enough for him, but to see the prince just as covered--
Adrian approaches him, sighing in pleasure.]
Marvelous...
[He does not ask; he reaches out for one of Dimitri's hands, sliding his tongue over his gauntlets.]
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When he looks at Dimitri, his eyes are glazed over with lust. The blood on its own had been enough for him, but to see the prince just as covered--
Adrian approaches him, sighing in pleasure.]
Marvelous...
[He does not ask; he reaches out for one of Dimitri's hands, sliding his tongue over his gauntlets.]