[The high that comes from watching fear flood her face, having her cow, makes his blood run hot. Adrenaline pumps through him rapidly. Listening to the quiver, smelling the despair right under his nose -- there is nothing better. Except...

Tasting her blood would be the cherry on top. Sukuna doesn't hesitate. His nails dig in a bit sharper, just to watch a bit of it bead at the tip of the dark nail as he breaks the skin.]

Good. I knew you were smart.

[She's finally released and he pats her cheek gently, condescending, twice. That bit of blood smears on her face and his palm, he looks down at it with a ravenous look in his eye. Though he doesn't lift it to his mouth to taste, a mouth manifests in the middle of his palm and its tongue sweeps it away.

Then he keeps talking like that isn't strange at all.]

I commend your spirit, though. Consider yourself lucky I've found your presence entertaining. It would be a shame to end it prematurely. This place has been boring until now, don't you think?