Well, I've always enjoyed the weeks when you have fangs. And when you don't, incidentally.

[Bite him literally any time, he's all for it. He shifts to lean up on his elbow, thinking; he has no mental list on hand, but let's see...]

I suppose these must sound tame, in comparison... Perhaps not leather, but certain fine clothing is rather irresistible. I have been wondering as of late, as well, if I could lift you up-- and for how long.

[So great job getting stabbed in the stomach, like, today, but maybe in a week!]