The laugh made him shudder. It made him feel shamed and embarrassed and hungry all at once. Kavinsky had always been more confusing than anything else, but he loved it. That frustration really was appealing. Steve moaned and leaned into the knife, his lips dragging across the guy's cheek and leaving a smear of blood, though his lip had already stopped bleeding. Damn healing. The first few letters were already starting to just slowly ooze blood instead of run with it.

"Sure do. Shows just how fucked up I am I guess. Same as I enjoying getting carved up I guess."