[He's trying to be a grumpy piece of shit here, can you stop being alluring for a moment? Death's attention snags, and he's resistant at first - but there's nothing that can keep him away, really. Like an addict being tempted, he breathes in the smoke; it tastes more like fire when it's coming out of Life like that; and he feels it burn in him. Can only imagine what it feels like in Zephir in turn, who he's leaning for - grabbing at the neck suddenly, leaning to feed on it.
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Just a taste, he thinks. Just one little taste.]