[Instead of being offended, Adrian's eyes go hazy, and he sucks on the fingers in his mouth gladly, inviting. Absently, he scrapes his fangs over the gauntlets, letting them scratch.
He pulls back, a bloody strand of spit lingering from his lips to the fingers.]
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He pulls back, a bloody strand of spit lingering from his lips to the fingers.]
You flatter me. My face... has always been mine.