Miguel
"I beg to differ..." Ashnard cooed as he indulged himself in another hearty sip of wine.
"There is darkness in every man; some simply conceal or deny it more than others. It is a poison, coursing through their veins, one that takes many forms. Pride or anger, guilt or doubt..." 
Unblinking and intrigued, he stared through Oceal's white pupils, as though seeking the answer. 
"Perhaps I will taste your poison for myself before this night is over."

He finished the glass of wine with a long sip, savouring its warm sensation before standing back on his feet. With a flick of his paw, Ashnard signalled the shark to follow through. He glanced over Oceal's neck, then toward the bed. 
"You can trust me. Simply ease yourself, and lie down on your back. It is customary to bite on the neck, but you may choose a different part to take your blood from," The hound offered, a vague smile on his lips. And there came his leathery pads again, brushing at the shark's neck and muzzle, grinding softly against the coarse scales.

"Admittedly, I've yet to try... Fish," He muttered with a light growl. "But I am hopeful that would be an acquired taste at the very least..."
Eugene
Oceal only looked away for a moment, *He's right...*, to each their one dark secret, Oceal has just gone so far as to convince himself. Now he'd become just what Ashnard's seeks to take advantage of, people willing to die for a heroic title, like he is looking for salvation... He let the thought linger around for only a few moments before returning to meet with the beasts eye. "Avoid around the gills..."

He waited a soldier second before standing up himself, and finding himself in the main bedroom. A whole bedroom for Oceal to feel at ease, he looked over at Ashnard, "I suppose I can trust you to know that when I'm on my back, I get very... Sensitive, very open, yet very calm." Oceal took a seat on the side of the bed closer to Ashnard, wave his tail big enough to dangle off the other end of the bed. "It makes it very hard to... *Resist*. Be gentle."

He adjusted a pillow, grabbed a second pillow and placed it atop the other one before finally laying himself down onto the bed. Letting himself sink in, making sure his dorsal fin is not uncomfortable. The mixture the wine and rush of ecstasy from his immobility made for a far more relaxed state that even Oceal isn't too used to. He was barely able to return the brawny comment, nothing but deep breaths and quiet grunts. Unable to form words he remains down on the bed with little worry. *Trust...*
Miguel
Ashnard needed no verbal confirmation that his words rang true to the shark; Oceal's body language told him all that he needed to know. *What deep, dark secrets lurk beneath the surface?* The hound Lord had a hunch he would be finding out sooner than later. Luckily, the shark had proven more than amiable; a trusty lieutenant that's not impossible to mould for his needs. Just the type of companion he needed for such an arduous quest. 

"I shall keep that in mind... For more situations than one. I can be *Very* Careful with my fangs..." Ashnard promised as he gave Oceal the room to grow comfortable. Eventually, he joined as well, seated cross-legged next to the shark, waiting. Fingertips gently traced their way across Oceal's neck, until the beast's muzzle began to lower. 

Before the shark even realised what was going on, Ashnard's fangs closed on his neck, past the coarse scales. Like it had been promised, there was the sudden sting of pain, albeit a short-lived one. Warm venom coursed through the shark's veins, and lifeblood coursed out of them, until all his senses blurred... In ecstasy.