[Her comment gets a small huff of breath against her neck, followed by the smallest of nips. Irhya's skin wasn't quite as warm as it 'should' have been, but nor was it chilled enough to remind Emet-Selch of a corpse, at least.]
Don't tell me you've suddenly lost interest.
[Though, judging by the arm around him, and the way she was guiding him back towards the bed, there didn't seem to be much risk of that. And he's entirely cooperative, only stopping when he feels the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.]
Or that you're just here for my blood after all.
[As he sits down onto the bed, dragging Irhya with him, rather than letting go.]
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Don't tell me you've suddenly lost interest.
[Though, judging by the arm around him, and the way she was guiding him back towards the bed, there didn't seem to be much risk of that. And he's entirely cooperative, only stopping when he feels the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.]
Or that you're just here for my blood after all.
[As he sits down onto the bed, dragging Irhya with him, rather than letting go.]