And suddenly his attention is now drawn the wings, the way the Summoner holds his head high and grins at him. That expression is more than captivating enough, but he makes the good choice of not focusing too much on that. Yeah, because like focusing on the wings and the blood dripping down his leg isn't bad enough.

"I think you're motherfucking going somewhere with that, yeah." He says with a slow nod, sucking in a sharp breath. The tip of his tongue slides out again, rubbing along his teeth and lips. He can feel himself salivating at the sight, the way it drips quickly from those slim fingertips.