He had to taste for himself, lifted his hand to his mouth and licked. It definitely wasn't like blood should be. It did taste like candy. The City was such a fucked up place. Giving Cupid sugar flavored blood. That was just asking one of the vampires to attack it.
"Who should I be?" He was honestly curious.
"I have had sex, in the past." A little shrug. "It's not as important to me as it is to other humans I suppose. I haven't ever done that though, devirginized somebody. Not to my knowledge anyway." He was fairly sure that the girl he'd slept with the first time had not been anything close to a virgin. High school, that had been in high school. He'd done it because that's what all the boys his aged talked about, wanted. He had to fit in.
The wings were fully plucked now. He'd done it fairly absently. One of them was broken from where he'd crushed it. It was hard to tell that he'd done it, though, as neither of the wings looked as they should have. With the knife that he'd set down a while ago, Dexter began to saw through one of the connection points on the back. He had to do it by feel more than anything, and the sawing was messy. He could have just cut, but there was so much less pain in that.
"I think I'm too far along the path to begin." He smiled.