It surprisingly felt good and close my eyes when he does, and open them when he pulls back. The wounds automatically heal and I sink my fangs into his neck afterwards.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And on the pedestal these words appear:/'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;/Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'/Nothing beside remains. — Percy Bysshe Shelley