The taste of blood never bothered the wolf at all; especially since he had slain animal and hunter alike with his fangs. Oh he got no real sustenance from it, yet the prospect of drinking it did not disgust the man at all. So as she drank he simply looked on, and amused expression seen across his face as Deucalion lazily picked another piece of the brisket up with his fork.
When she spoke at last his smile faltered, realizing just what he had admitted to her. The Alpha of Alphas mantle held such conflicting feelings for him; at times he savored the power, yet it came at such a steep price too. To be the Demon Wolf, to have been blinded (both physically and with rage), all of it was woven together in a bloody tapestry. "It was something I was once called, well that and the Demon Wolf. Yet that was a while ago, and perhaps a story best shared another time. For now simply enjoy the meal, and the drink, while I see how the dessert is coming along." The scent of blueberry cobbler had caught his attention a moment ago; as it baked in the oven even now. Oh even without looking the man knew it was nearly ready, and he wished to turn off the stove to avoid burning it. "If you will pardon me for just a moment, I shall be right back, Elena."