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Eli pouts, turns his head. He wants to hide his fangs suddenly. “I didn’t mean me. I meant the biting. I would never think…” He would never think anybody liked him. “Yes, but I’m not hungry anymore.” And that second part’s a fucking lie, but Taedium doesn’t deserve to be fed on. None of them do.

"Lies." He can see them from a mile away. It's a sixth sense, really. But he feels no pity as his eyes cast away from the other and his wound, towards his nails. "If I made you mad, would you kill me?" The questions are curious, but other than that he shows no expression.

Eli shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe.” He certainly wants to. He wants to take Taedium’s blood until his heart goes slow, and then fast, and then quiet. He wants to be on top of him when he dies. He blinks, the dark thoughts overwhelming even himself. “Stop. Stop liking it. It makes me want to kill you.” He tries to put his fangs back in, but they won’t go.

The demon hybrid raises a brow, eyes fixated on the vampire. "Who said I liked you? I don't like anybody except myself." And it's true. He just happens to be more civil towards the vampire. Though, Taedium can't say he fears death, he certainly would prefer to avoid it. He still is half-human. "Would you kill me?"