Cassius blinked before sighing and pulled his hand back out from the man's chest, wiping it on the handkerchief he took out from his pocket.
He became too excited and made the hunter's death quicker than he wanted. His favourite move was to pull the heart out still beating and show it to the person it belonged to before it dropped to the ground. Licking his lips, he grimaced at the taste of their blood on his tongue and wiped his mouth with the handkerchief. Every time he helped Aila, he was drinking such poor blood; the only thing he could say about it was that they stayed in good shape, making it taste better than most humans.
