[Fey]

His fingers stilled for a moment on her skin, his brain assimilating all he'd noticed since he'd first met her. But then his mind kicked in, he'd worked on stage for years, and while they might look real those fangs were most likely the thermoplastic ones sold in many costume shops. Giving a contemplative noise he lifted his free hand to tuck his long braid over his other shoulder, baring that side of his neck. "Nah, I'm a standard type though, so I don't know how good it'll taste."