[His eyes flicker over to Tavros's face, watching his mouth with rapt attention. He runs his own tongue over his dry, cracked lips, a flash in his eye that could only be described as primal, hungry want.

But he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head and when he looks back up at his friend, there seems to be a little bit more of himself in those glazing, unfocused eyes.]

My beastbro get some motherfuckin' aggro and give you trouble? [He wouldn't know anyway. The growing pain of his body shutting down left little else to focus on in terms of outward distractions. He tries to smile, but it turns into more of a grimace at the end.] Guess I can't let either of my bros be thinking I'm all ungrateful-like.

[Maybe....maybe just a taste wouldn't hurt.]