and i've tasted all the strongest meats
"OW! Spark, Ashera, you don't have to be so rough! I thought you bit me..."
Eunie raises a hand to her cheek with the gingerness usually reserved for only the most tender of gaping flesh wounds, as if the pads of her fingertips have any bearing on her tongue's limping self-ministration.
Ashera, meanwhile, looks all too pointedly innocent.
"...were you trying to bite me?!"
As far as Eunie knows, kissing includes minimal teeth, if tongue, but apparently, Ashera thinks it's "sexy" to draw blood.
("Maybe...")
And...Eunie can't decide if she's wrong, exactly? But she'd like some snuffin' warning beforehand!