Summoner still keeps some of his focus on the blade, tilting it to just barely grind the tip up against the rood of the Highblood's mouth, feeling it sink into his upper pallet.

Summoner winces and snarls here and there, the feeling of claw sinking into his scalp is painful and making his head pound a little.

"Let me w-worry about what I enjoy-" he growls, jerking the blade away and it disappears into his sylladex. His hand is empty now, but he quickly moves to grind the claw on his thumb up against the underside of the Highblood's neck.

"You're know you're a real piece of w-work, right? You ugly son of a bitch."