"Mhm. The older Latin root word is porcopiscus. Porcus for pig and piscis for fish. Pig fish. But the Latin root of purpose is prōpōnere. Which means to propose. Hm."
Then she chuckled. "It does sound a little strange. But no, not really any difference between back taste and chest taste... though I think I prefer chest taste, but I'm wondering if that is an actual taste preference... or if it's my own body-part preferences influencing my sense of taste. I suppose I could do a mini experiment to figure that out."
Her hand was resting on his abs as she talked, and she drummed her fingers lightly there for a moment. "You'd make a good Batman. Even if he's not vampire Batman. You could be Batman and get bitten by a vampire bat and become a new Batman! What would I be, then?"
She paused for one second, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. And then she leaned up, tongue flicking out for a second to lick the line of his jaw. "Oh. I like that much better. I think my personal preferences are influencing my sense of taste." And if she was being perfectly honest, she wasn't entirely thinking about her experiment anymore. At least, not the one about what he tasted like. The one about whether she liked him or not, that one she thought she might have just figured out the answer to...