( anything is better than the taste of blood. so even onion, as pungent as it might be, would be pleasant. still--- that's not what he's getting, so he's even more blessed by the feeling of soft lips on his own coarse ones.

breaking it, the vastayan smirks and then gives epel a gentle nudge with his fist against the other's shoulder. )

More than happy to teach you how to be strong, but only if you promise you'll only use it as a last resort. Don't wanna go down the wrong path and end up like a brute like me.

( someone who uses poisons and has soft features like epel's... probably will live longer than sett. )