Breathing shallow, yet steady, Byron flashed his pearly white teeth at the joke. "Each name signed with blood," he teased. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily as the blade cut down to his hip. Blood wet the skin in such a succulent way, Byron could not imagine a life where one did not enjoy inflicting wounds on others. He just happened to be the type to also enjoy receiving.
Byron huffed out a short breath of air, his eyes opening once more to see Conor playing with the blood. having the Fae as a submissive was one thing, but seeing him enjoying himself with the ruby liquid made him ever more enticing to the vampire. Taking Conor's hand, Byron pulled the two blood covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.