"You could very well do so." The knife moved like liquid heat, leaving a trail of pain tingling his skin in its wake. Maybe because of Conor's needs previously and Byron taking complete advantage of it, they had never gotten to this part before. Truly, it was difficult to find someone so willing to cut into one's skin without flinching in regret. Byron could appreciate this side of Conor.
With a smirk, Byron licked all the way down the fingers slowly only to nip at the tips. His teeth slicing as the knife did, allowing a few drops of the Fae's intoxicating blood to fliter over Byron's tongue. Letting go of the hand, he leant back against the armrest of the couch once more, stretching out his torso further to give Conor more space to paint as well as snaking his legs where Conor had been sitting to keep him from reclaiming the timid spot. Byron liked the position the other man took around his hips and did not need him retreating.