[ These little rivulets of blood only serve to stir the hungry monster inside him, and it's so unbelievably difficult to keep a leash on the beast. His teeth drag across Iorveth's chest mindlessly, yearning for more. He wants to bite Iorveth all over, wants to gulp down his blood in large, greedy mouthfuls. His eyes squeeze shut, and he takes a slow inhale and an even slower exhale before opening them and withdrawing. ]

I'm special. [ Obviously. ] But it seems you like your magistrates brazen.

[ He can't help himself — he nibbles down Iorveth's sternum all the way to the soft skin of his stomach, blade pressing against the tender flesh there almost as an afterthought. His soft underbelly, literally and figuratively. ]

You know, you're behaving so well that I'm considering giving you a reward.