"One is better when mixed with the other," he replied easily. His fingers snaked between her legs, moving fabric aside for better access. "I would like to see how you want to prepare your lovely gift."
Byron leaned into the girl, bowing his head to lick the blood off her cheek. "How exciting for you, love. She is only second to myself in her knife skills." He whispered again in the girl's ear. "Let's hear those fantastic vocals."