[ In this state, sinking deeper into the kiss, drinking from her with growing enthusiasm, hands roaming her body to learn every shape, Path doesn't scream or protest with a human voice when he's punished for his greed. Instead there's shrieking that comes from exposed flesh, tendrils shaking with what sounds like the panicked complaints of a thousand insects.

This all happens in a flash, what should have been a small jump to a normal human, a grotesque show from a monster caught unaware, face piecing itself back together (tendrils gently wrap around her fingers like a hug, probing for something to eat) until Coyo is looking back at a betrayed pout, one hand cupped over the wound. ]

No? What do you mean no. You're here for me. You know my name. You asked me how I'm feeling! You're not supposed to hurt me when I'm eating.

[ And he barely got a taste. Path is reaching for her, licking blood off his lip, seeking to pull her back down for the rest. ]