[ Torture chic is, in fact, vampire chic but with clothes that he minds getting bloodied less. Or, more specifically, clothes that he thinks blood won't show up on. Dark pants and a crimson shirt; if Damris does bleed on them, at least it won't ruin them forever. He reaches for his own dagger, sheathing it on his belt before he trails after Iorveth. ]

I'm not certain either of us have any honey to spare.

[ Or that Damris would believe it if they did. After all, the last thing that happened to him was being throttled, force-fed poison, and hogtied. ]

...Vinegar always worked well enough on me. [ Which is all he's going to say about that, because he doesn't need Iorveth to pity him. ] And I'm rather more experienced in using it on other spawn.