“Then we..” He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. “Then I’ll deal with it if it gets to that, but it won’t..!” Yukimura tried to argue, now a little worried that perhaps the investigator he had saved would turn on him anyway.
Megohime jerked his head to the side, an angry scowl on her face as she ran one hand down his neck. “I don’t want what you can give me.” She sneered, moving her hand over his shoulder to pull his shirt away from his neck to expose the flesh. “I’m only interested in what I can take from you.” She leaned down and for a moment all Masamune felt was her breath on his neck, then felt her teeth against his flesh. Megohime bit down on his neck, biting down until her jaw hurt, but even then she didn’t draw a single drop of blood from him.