Achilles never understood the way she tasted blood and could taste anything other than salt or copper. That is what it smelled like so that is what it tasted like to him. Though with her, he never had to worry about the smell becoming overpowering. She usually managed to lick up every last drop that she could. He couldn't say the same for himself as he turned his attention back onto his own prey.<br/><br/>She was looking up at him. Eyes wide and lip trembling as pink spit ran down her chin. She had wet herself which was something Achilles had expected. Reason why he generally avoided the legs. While she was snacking on her victim, he moved and finally ripped out his prey's throat. The woman tried one last desperate kick, but it was no match for his razor sharp teeth and her soft flesh. He had a little trouble gnawing through the trachea, but otherwise, it wasn't long before her blood was pumping into his mouth. The cooper taste filled his mouth as he waited for the heart to stop pumping it through her veins.<br/><br/>It wasn't very long before there was no more fresh blood coming. Sawing his teeth back and forth against the skin, it wasn't long before red bone was showing. Red due to the fact that he wasn't eating all the muscle and skin off the bone and the blood was staining it. He quickly moved from the neck to start working on the arm, sitting down and dragging the corpse in his lap to get better angles on it. It was almost like eating fried chicken. Except the chicken in question was human and not cooked let alone fried.<br/><br/>Hearing a splash, his ear flicked in that direction before back at her voice. "You sense something?" Something in the way she said it had him on alert. While his senses weren't as far reaching as hers, he still tried to catch what she caught. Hefting up the partly chewed body, he flung it to join the douchbag the in the sea. "Fishes are gonna eat well tonight."<br/><br/>Catching a scent on the wind, he bristled and nodded. "Yeah...I see what you mean now." Whoever showed such interest in their kills was often someone they would want to meet on more equal ground. If they ever wanted them to meet at all. "It might already be too late though." The glamour snapped back into place and he rolled his shoulders to get a feel for it. The more he could keep his movements to that of the glamour disguise, the more natural it would look. And natural was what he wanted and possibly needed at the moment.