"The blood is helping, but it's not enough." Black Fang's eyes hadn't left Quinlan's, and the hunger swirling in them had nothing apologetic in it. "His [Blessed Seed] will work better. I think."
Myrasyn's ears cycled through five different angles in two seconds, none of them dignified. "You think?!?! Also, what are you, my pimp?! You do it!"
"I can't." Black Fang's hand pressed harder against Quinlan's chest, and the strain in it was real. "I'm not joking. I truly need your help."
The queen's ears flattened, then perked, then flattened again as the implications of that statement fought the implications of the request.
Contempt and disbelief at the outrageous request she was hearing mixed with worry, knowing that the only good friend she made in the last thousand years was really struggling to contain the hunger spell.
But the worst of it was... That beneath it all, she realized a fourth emotion.
Overwhelming curiosity.
"N-no! I can't be doing such a-"
