“Addiction would only occur if you drank the blood constantly and then suddenly stopped. That is how addiction works, you know.” Which of course was a lie. All it took was a tiny sip and the consumer would crave more of it. That rush of power, that sweet taste— Every single aspect of the Senka Maiden’s blood was addicting. But would Shou ever tell the other that? No. Of course not. He needed them to consume it after all.
A single blue eye remained fixated on the dark haired individual as an eerily calm smile became adorned by his lips. Behind that kind facade though was a great evil— An evil which would soon set the very world ablaze with hellfire. If the stranger was a good judge of character, he might be able to see that all that Shou displays is not all that he is.
”From trying it once, you would not be addicted at all. If used in moderation, such a thing will not occur. I take it myself and I am in no way addicted to it.”
Brows level. And then there remains the issue…of feeding humans blood. He, himself, knows that curse, and he will not wish it on anyone [save for perhaps, Hojo, were he still breathing]. The stench is everywhere. The devil himself whispers in his mind about it being distasteful to have such delicacy spilled everywhere. ’So then you admit that this is not normal blood.’ ’Not to me, Host. Why doth thee stand there like a saintbegotten fool and not partake of the feast?’ ’That is the difference between you and I.’ ’Nay. The difference between us is that thy have a hellishly damned sentiment that befell thee of me.’ ’…What do you mean?’ But, of course, the taunt has fallen helpfully silent. Still…if the demon has a liking for it…this is not…normal. Though who has heard of blood being a normal cure, anyhow? Still…there remains a frightfully important question… Ignoring the fact that he is being blatantly lied to, he utters in the most blasé tone, “How well does this…cure work on humans?”