. . .

[ Blood Fiend smiles. and... something - calm? - washes over him, almost imperceptible. his pallor remains, but his shoulders relax, a spark of mischief(?) appearing in his eyes. if he's still feeling pain, he no longer seems to be registering it. ]

I didn't take you for the type to be invested in someone's love life.

[ his voice still lacks energy, but there's now a soft, playful undertone to it. ]