"You're not a killer if it doesn't stick," Dylan answered with a roll of his eyes. A swipe of his tongue over one of his fangs followed, the faintest of shivers following that -- that felt good, Daniel smelled good -- and then, fairly simply, he continued with, "So calm the fuck down."
Again, it wasn't a command. Yet. If Daniel kept carrying on, or when he decided he wanted to find out what his blood tasted like, then it would be.
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Again, it wasn't a command. Yet. If Daniel kept carrying on, or when he decided he wanted to find out what his blood tasted like, then it would be.