[He just grins, unresponsive to that for now. He doesn't even move when he's pricked with the needle (it hardly registers at all for him), though Ardyn pointedly also doesn't watch as the syringe fills up with his blood.
Dark, seemingly viscous stuff that it is. She shouldn't be surprised, given what he'd shown her before.]
Is that satisfactory, then?
[He flexes his fingers, though there's no real need for it.]
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Dark, seemingly viscous stuff that it is. She shouldn't be surprised, given what he'd shown her before.]
Is that satisfactory, then?
[He flexes his fingers, though there's no real need for it.]