[ Another man might see that his teasing has gone too far, amnesiac lover or otherwise. Instead, Lucius draws breath between his teeth. Instead, the tips of his claws press against that virgin skin as Lucius' chest rumbles with a bestial purr. ]

Don't kill you? [ His voice lifts, mock-aghast. ] Why, you're not so much a fledgling beast as you are a lost lamb!

[ His teeth part. Between them, his over-long tongue unfurls, licking across their needle shape. ]

You need about a thousand more years of polish to be my blade. If you aren't suitable as a meal, the only thing left is for me to claim you as my pet.