[ Ah... but Diva cares not for things outside this moment. She just laughs in Anri's ear, sliding that hand away before she can grab it, kicking up with a heel to kick her solidly in the back. ]
Did you get hurt?
Diva taunts, easing to the side to see, just see, if maybe there was a bigger cut, a larger made by Conrad's ever steady sword. She wanted to smell blood, lap it up. She can't resist the little bit still staining her knife. ]
You taste delicious. [ almost as delicious, she thought as Saya would taste, if she could. ]