"Oh, I see." Guzman sighed, "Well." Then suddenly he started coughing up, well, blood. "Well, that makes more sense." A blood price, no wonder many people strayed away from the commitment, "It seems your spirit is bound to mine in many ways as well." Guzman wiped his mouth. "Well, it seemed you are feeding of me in many ways." Did The Squire trick him them? Well, he was an educated person. Though there had been rumours of a blood price, his determination and ambition had definitely erased those usual cautionary tactics from him.
"Well, I am sure we can see my former teacher, The Squire of Roxbury, again." Guzman sighed, he was not too keen seeing the man he had insulted, had not returned affections towards and who had intentionally, it seemed, pushed him out to a dangerous task, all in some jealous rage. Hell hath no Fury than a Lover Scorned. Still, he had done something even his former master had not been able to do — summon a Yokai and have her bound to him. Well, the particulars of that would need to be discussed.
"Youko, are you alright, being bound to me. Like this?" Guzman genuinely asked, "What about your family? What about your friends? What about your life in the wild?" If he did not know better, he was thinking of a tale of a French boy called The Little Prince. A book version was recently being written and Fiona spoke of it often. He did not know if he was some mocking version of such a take. "Do you feel awkward? You were essentially something else before and now you have a human-like physique and even, mated in some ways. You knew of cunnilingus..." What else could he call it, "You are okay with all of this?"
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