[Poor Setsuna. He needs to learn. It's not just girls who are victims. For a mad vampire, everyone is a warm meal.]
[Karl's right hand shifts into a scaly claw. Razor nails scraping across Setsuna's jaw. Slicing skin in a thin red line. He watches the bead of blood roll down like a tear. Leans in to lap it away - just for a taste.]
[If not for the blood's rejuvenating properties, he'd tear into the Cherub's throat. But why take that chance? There's plenty other ways to skin a cat.]
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[Karl's right hand shifts into a scaly claw. Razor nails scraping across Setsuna's jaw. Slicing skin in a thin red line. He watches the bead of blood roll down like a tear. Leans in to lap it away - just for a taste.]
[If not for the blood's rejuvenating properties, he'd tear into the Cherub's throat. But why take that chance? There's plenty other ways to skin a cat.]