"You will make a wonderful assassin, won't you? Worshipping death as a member of its legions!" With that he continued to gently scrape his fangs against her soft mortal flesh for a moment or two, not yet actually causing any skin damage. The sound of Atropine's voice once Darrak bit into her neck made the rest of this almost unbearable. He was shivering and shaking. "No, I won't have the mercy he did!" Finnick then finally seemed ready to take control and bit down hard, covering her mouth harshly to stop any sound coming forth. Amaranthus seemed like the type who would have wanted to take things roughly. After all, she never seemed to take mercy on anyone else.