Yes, my meal. Are your ears not well, either?

[busying herself by pinching his earlobe between thumb and forefinger softly. the skin is smoothest there. with her other hand, she bats away the tendrils like flies.]

You are full of essentials. [there are so many terms, and this feels like a different timeline. where has he come from?] Your dreams, your sex, your life. I feed on all of those. You have hungry insects coming from your face and you do not believe that I can feed from you?