Now that was certainly something Dorian was aiming for to begin with, and he smirked, turning his head to catch Damon's tongue between his lips. "Missed more than that, I still taste it," he murmured. "By all means, sip away. I've quite often wondered what effect my blood would have on a damned soul. None at all, or more than usual, I've deduced," He brought his wrist back up to Damon's lips and took a drag of his cigarette. "But be specific, and descriptive. I'll do my very best to remember every word."