"Heh," a smirk slides up on his mouth, glancing at the wound now on the Highblood's side. Summoner breathes deep, smelling blood, a general scent of it, from the both of them. His wings shake a little before remain open, and slowly his lowered head raises up, tilting back a little to stare down his nose with a grin, lids low.

"Doesn't appeal aesthetically to you, I know," a deep tone, pulling his hand away from his side a little, blood dripping down his leg and dripping from his hand.

"But you still want it, don't you?"