"I believe you know the answer to that already, Erastes," Samandriel said softly, closing his eyes and practically aching for that kiss. He licked his lips, but didn't dare close the gap between them. "Mercy, of all things," he whispered.
He looked up at the vampire again and spoke softly. "You've already seen how beautifully tenderness has made me sing for you. Imagine how far mercy would get you, my lord. How well the strings of my heart would play for a more gentle touch."