[ He lifts his glass, sipping at his wine with his gaze fixed heavily on Midnighter's. There's nothing subtle about the way he watches, inspects, the other man. After all, being a 'regular' can only mean one thing here. ]
And what if I were? [ He pauses, then leans in fractionally. ] Trying to eat you alive.
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And what if I were? [ He pauses, then leans in fractionally. ] Trying to eat you alive.
[ A hazy, lazy smile blossoms on his lips. ]
You're quite delicious, you know.