[She laughs, crawling forward on the bed and shrugging off a layer of wrappings, leaving herself mostly bare. She runs a finger down Shrike's throat, across her collarbone, and down the swell of a breast, letting her nail scrape against sensitive skin.]

Of course, darling. Don't worry, I'll leave you nice and healthy. It's that life that I want to savor in the first place, so I shan't waste it. You smell so good, my lovely. I need a taste.