Only a few droplets of blood came from the bite, when one fang pierced the lobe, but he lapped them up anyway, a little treat, a taste of things to come. It was sweet and rich - so much better than the blood packets they gave him!
Kazimir was laughing as he was pushed backwards, fingers uncurling to release Draco's shirt, stepping backwards. Blood smeared across his lips. "Oh pet, you're fiesty after all, I like that, I like that. Do you want to run and I'll chase you?" His eyes gleamed.