「 Under 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 circumstances, 」 There's some legitimate thought processing here, as his gaze momentarily trails away, he speaks,
「 —Bring you back to camp and torture you for information. 」 He looks back now.
「 But you'd like that too much. 」 Grin.
A long arm lifted, curling backwards so that fingers could wind into the taller male's braid. A slow grin pressed across pale lips as the silverette tilted his head backwards.
⠀⠀⠀❝The am usher has successfully captured his target. Whatever will he do with the prize, hm..?❞
「 I still don't get you livestock. When I impale you on my sword, you're supposed to say, "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥!", and instead I get crying and screaming... Tch.. 」
「 People don't even go to hell for what you'd been lead to 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 they do! 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚? That's fine! 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒉? A-Okay! But Jesus 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘽𝙄𝘿 you tell a little white lie, or steal a piece of candy from the candy bowl. 」
「 In 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 cases, the ambushed side would be forced to retreat but, 」 The dual-toned vampire pressed flush against Ferid's back, an enamored grin tugging at the corner of his lips, as a chin rested on his shoulder.
「 Can't really do that right now, huh? 」
If it weren't for the familiar smell, he would be dead.
⠀⠀⠀Luckily, there was only a mock annoyed look on Ferid's features. ❝Oh no, whatever am I to do? Ambushed from behind.❞