[ It's definitely not what he's expecting to happen. The guy seems mesmerized by the blood, but he doesn't think for a second that he wants to drink it. Honestly, if that were the case then he'd be lifting his arm up, holding it a little closer to Poe's face just to tempt him.
He closes his hand in a fist, gritting his teeth at the sting when another drop of blood spills from one of the letters. ]
Manipulation.
[ What a nice, long word for him to carve into James's arm. He tugs his sleeve up just a little more, so he can take his pick as to where he wants to write it down. ]
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He closes his hand in a fist, gritting his teeth at the sting when another drop of blood spills from one of the letters. ]
Manipulation.
[ What a nice, long word for him to carve into James's arm. He tugs his sleeve up just a little more, so he can take his pick as to where he wants to write it down. ]