He raises a hand, and the cool skin of his fingertips brushes along the pattern of the light tattoo. "Ah, but such a waste that would be." The seduction is back in full force, his hunger becoming more acute with her consent.

"I will not kill you, Kida. You will be tired, lethargic for a day or two, and the mark I leave will take time to heal completely. As for the bite itself," he croons, his fingers moving from cheek to jaw, and finally to her neck. The steady pulse there makes his entire being ache with need. "You will feel only pleasure."