"Shouldn't I?" He wasn't exactly lacking sex, not usually, but he still hadn't seen Schuldig for months. "Since you're already bruised, maybe we should go with blood." Mello reached for his knife, freshly cleaned and honed since it had last been used for cutting cake. He deliberately pushed that memory and the ones linked to it away, burying it under images of the times he'd used this knife on himself and the man standing before him; there were some things he didn't want to share with Schuldig and definitely not right away.