The crone turned her head to watch as much as she could, then laughed. Of course, he didn't. He'd feel the soft pricking of the more crone like nails, claws almost. Nothing compared to the blue boy's, but they did what she wanted. For now they just pressed into his skin.
"I would like to study, press my fingers into the marks, taste your pain." The last word was softly moaned, as it wasn't a pain that she needed to return to someone else. The nails pulled across his back and over his neck.
"My sense of smell isn't like yours, but I could feel him. Feel the power between you..." She held him closer, wrapping herself more around him. She would want him to bite soon, to taste her. He had tasted the first blood; he'd drink soon. Oh, she hoped soon.