#quailshots

“But all this talk of my desire for blood. Yet you’ve wanted to drain me, haven’t you? For daring to question your savagery.” He set his foot down on Bergan’s shoulder, grinding the heel in just a little. “What do you think now, I wonder.”

He’d heard of this spell - Immobilise or some such... "I see how you watch me when I b-bleed, Ghis. Take some for yourself, c-come taste me." "Perhaps I shall." He lifted his boot to catch the toe under Bergan’s chin, tilting his head up to look at him.

“It suits you. Though perhaps I’ve not gone far enough. I should have brought a muzzle.” “You’ll need a muzzle if you keep on with that,” Bergan growled, fangs out in earnest now.