@asterxles (cont. from here | converting beta -> legacy)
“My. You’re a messy one. Usually, it’s the newborns that I catch feeding like this; knee deep in dirt, thirsting for another meal.” Kinthos’ voice was playful, though he kept a wary distance between them. His muscles were tense, ready to react at the slightest movement, just in case his scent were to send the creature into a frenzy. “I might look sweet enough to eat. But I’m rather tough and very loud. I might draw attention to your antics.” He replied, “Even if nobody hears us, there would be consequences.
“It might cause you a lot of trouble. Why don’t we both forget I was ever here instead?”
“Is that so?” Valentine made a point to sound rather bored, even though he couldn’t deny how the other man’s behaviour had caught his interest. It was rare to see people so bold in the face of coldblooded murder. Although the blood had been anything but cold. The vampire smirked and licked the last warm droplets of blood off his fingers before addressing Kinthos again:
“I like attention and I can deal with consequences. But you have a point; this doesn’t have to cause trouble for either of us. I can be gentle.”