It is -- better, [he says, his throat scratchy. Not enough. It isn't enough. But -- for vampires, is it ever enough? They can hold enough blood that one can hardly believe it. No, Sherlock cannot think about this in terms of satiation. He must think in terms of survival.
Dark red spots appear high on his cheeks. He forgot himself, just a bit, in his thirst. Good lord, what shape is his tongue? That is new, and not entirely pleasant.]
I was not lying, before. I am most grateful.
[He's now staring off to the side, at the ground.]
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Dark red spots appear high on his cheeks. He forgot himself, just a bit, in his thirst. Good lord, what shape is his tongue? That is new, and not entirely pleasant.]
I was not lying, before. I am most grateful.
[He's now staring off to the side, at the ground.]