Watches as the other takes the mug and lifts it near his face, watches as he smells its contents. The aroma is pungent enough that the writhing cry of the donor creature can almost be heard. Ripe prey. Succulent.
Louis briefly closes his eyes, exhaling through his nose.
Then his eyes snap open, elevating to meet the stranger’s. His tone is now low, a forced resignation. ] I suppose one can’t afford to be picky.
[ He addresses the kitchen: ] I’ll have the same.
[ And his cup is not difficult to produce, given the cauldron is already warm. The fae brings it over. ]
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Watches as the other takes the mug and lifts it near his face, watches as he smells its contents. The aroma is pungent enough that the writhing cry of the donor creature can almost be heard. Ripe prey. Succulent.
Louis briefly closes his eyes, exhaling through his nose.
Then his eyes snap open, elevating to meet the stranger’s. His tone is now low, a forced resignation. ] I suppose one can’t afford to be picky.
[ He addresses the kitchen: ] I’ll have the same.
[ And his cup is not difficult to produce, given the cauldron is already warm. The fae brings it over. ]