[His words of praise tickle her in a way that has feelings of pride swell in her chest. It's then she cups his cheeks in her hands, smearing the blood on his lips with the pad of a thumb.]
My blood grants men the gift of immortality, when taken properly of course. It makes sense to be coveted so.
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My blood grants men the gift of immortality, when taken properly of course. It makes sense to be coveted so.