His adamant admission makes her groan. He's making restraint difficult, especially with him smearing blood across her skin.

"Yes," her tone is dark, eyes intense. She knows she should tell him to not encourage her, but she can't. "More than mine."

"But it's safer if it's not you, or Arthur." She traces a path on his shoulder where she'd scratched him only moments ago. It was a little swollen, with spots where thin lines of blood were welling up. Nothing serious. "This is fine, but I wouldn't trust myself to do more."