[ He plucks the fruit from her hand, and bites off the side where she had stained it. Skin, blood, everything, he didn't care. Ashton didn't even seem to chew it much before swallowing; like he hadn't eaten in days. It wasn't enough, but it was a taste ... which was a big mistake.
He panted, glancing up at her with pleading eyes, his hand still holding hers. His thoughts returned to how Diva acted when he had cut his hand while in the force field with the robots... ] I... Let me clean this up. Please?