As blood began to run down the stone, Harth stooped over and swiped a little onto his finger tip. Popping it into his mouth, he winced a little.
"This one drank. Cheaply."
Walking back to the head of victim, Harth stared into his quickly fading eyes as the boy worked. The visceral digging into the body cavity had to be horrendously painful, yet the human clung to life. The boy certainly knew how to prolong the magic.
Harth had seen what he needed. He looked up at the boy, who was still digging away.
"Your style is magnificent, though perhaps in need of refining. But, I can tell you love your work. Perhaps..."
Harth slammed his fingers down quickly into the neck of the body laying on the slab. His vampire strength allowed them to pass through the skin with little resistance. The crunching of bone mixed with the upward spray of blood was magnificent.
"...as much as I do."
With a quick yank backwards, the human's head detached from it's body and flew off behind Harth. He didn't bother to look to see where it landed, his eyes were locked on the boy's now.
"I don't mean to interrupt the fun that I asked you to do, but..."