To find forgiveness in the weeds
As Sam drank, Kaimana's blood pouring into his mouth, he tried his best not to gasp out loud. He'd forgotten how blood, real blood, could taste, more than that how real blood could make him feel. From the way Kaimana sounded, it seemed he'd noticed too. Clearing his throat as he straightened up, Sam wiped at his mouth, trying to pretend he was unaffected - at least he had known what to expect.
It was clear Kaimana hadn't, from his slow reactions after. Feeling a little guilty, Sam made sure to stay close. Pleased when he spoke, thinking it a good sign, he responded: "...Maybe? I'm..not sure. It doesn't smell very nice." But perhaps that was just a symptom of the Prince's illness. Regardless, he continued to walk down the cave with the trail, letting the horrible smell wash away any remaining eroticism between himself and Kaimana.
