[ it's thicker than blood-- doesn't smell like blood. doesn't seem to smell like much at all. the faint light that shines off of it is vaguely iridescent, like oil.

nychta slowly lowers back down onto all fours, stalking closer to her with a gait slightly more casual than before.

The voice seems almost teasing, if one can suss out the tone: ]

Mmm. You preferrrr me, then.