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[She spares him a glance, a side long look from the corner of her eyes. He's never once had to consume such a thing, so of course he wouldn't know. He's human...at least partially, so. Demons, at least the sort from his own world seem perfectly content on regular food.
She looks down at her hand on the table, fingers unconsciously giving a small twitch. There's not a way to describe them.
The tablets are-]
Unpleasant...
[A low murmur. Even the lingering taste of them upon her tongue is enough to want to make her curl her toes. If there is a way to describe them, then the only fitting description is like medicine. Simply a means to making it easier to live with a particular condition. But it doesn't do anything to take it away, only just to cope.
It's nothing at all like the sweet, alluring scent at her side. Enough to make her fangs tingle as she inhales, mouth softly parting.]