“You look better.” He commented, looking down at the shorter girl. It wasn’t an aesthetically pleasing manner of meaning, but what he meant to say is she looked healthier. “Sir suits fine.” He said softly, eyes drifting off her blue eyes and towards her neck. His palm moving to cup her cheek. It wasn’t meant to be sweet or compassionate, more like, she belonged to him and so, he didn’t see the need in asking permission to touch her, and turn her cheek so his eyes could wander her collarbone. “But I know you humans are fond of assigning names to things, even inanimate objects.” He said, after seemingly breaking from the brief stare at her collarbone, and his attention being brought to reality. “I guess in that case, Callus.” His warm hand dropped from her cheek, where again, he reached out to take her by the wrist. Not harshly, not even necessarily tightly, though it was hardly as if she’d be able to break his grip. He just seemed to have a habit of taking as he pleased from her, and before she knew it, he was already turning and heading towards the couch set beside the fire.
As he took a seat, silence, aside from crackling fire and far-off rumbling of thunder, filled the interior of the space, although he could hear the subtle beating of her heart as she was sat beside him. “You are my food, girl. If rumors circulated the village stating that you’d be eaten by a beast, then, those were not lies. However, there are means with which to limit both how painful, and draining this feeding can be on you. There are things both which you can do and I can do to make this experience more palatable, and more importantly, limit the damage done to you.”