[ Spoiled, starving (always), and until now, unrestrained. There's a more human-sounding complaint this time, a bratty huff that puffs hair off his face, denied, yet again, with both wrists held back. How dare she! How dare she. ]

Manners? Manners! What is that? You're the impolite one, getting in my bed, watching my body dream and come, dangling a meal right in front of all my mouths—

[ Frustrated. Rejected. ]

Kiss me again, [ Sucking in his lip, cleaning more blood off with his tongue, he tries to push her mind, manipulate any emotion that might urge her to agree with him: ] You want to.