The moment Kain returned to the room, Blythe seized up and grew remarkably tense. Whatever control she had mustered almost all but disappeared, despite how hard she had tried to maintain it. There was a split second of disappointment in herself and fear for him before she was lost entirely to the addiction. The jar did help. She heard him put it down, and even if she hadn't, there was a supernatural pull between herself and the body parts. The pull then transferred itself to Kain, the living being with the functioning organs.
Blythe swallowed, watching his wiry, red aura, feeling a surge of attraction towards him. It was not a romantic or sexual attraction - it was a purely a seizing desire to slice him open and empty his body out. Her fingers thrummed on the hilt of her knife before she regained a straight face. Kain's guard was down. She just wanted to get closer, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to push her fingers through his skin with her magick and clench his beating heart in her hand. The heart that loved her. It was hers and she deserved it.
Slinking off the bed, Blythe approached him, with a somewhat feline gait. "I cannot thank you enough for your help." She cooed before her hands snared Kain's shirt. In one great, heated tug, she ripped the clothing down the middle, placing her cheek to his bare chest. She could hear every single organ - tissues, bones, the blood coursing through his veins. In perfect condition. The blind girl slipped her arms around him, feigning a hug. "It means so much to me."
One move, and she wouldn't need Ryuzaki after all.