She cried out as he sunk into her shoulder. Hearing his words she nodded. She then picked up the dagger that he had up off of the floor and traced it along his front slowly but surely pushing down into his flesh. She finished before reaching his waistline. Dropping the dagger she moved down to the long, somewhat deep wound and began tracing it with her tongue. She ended up on knees as she ended at the bottom of the cut. She looked up at him slightly her lips stained with his blood. Her eyes still glazed over.