"Eh?" Alizome says, one hand going to the arm touching her before she peers at the smoky lady. "I'm kind of full, actually, and uh, I'm really not... the eating type, usually, I mean..." Unable to restrain her remaining predatory instincts, she brings the 'sacrifice's' hand to her mouth and begins licking it; she whimpers a little deep in her throat and says around the delicious flesh, "At least, not until I took a shot of dragon heartsblood, and then..." she removes the mouth from her hand and stares at the altar and then the sacrifice, beginning to get a bad feeling about possible interactions between what she'd drank and what her stomach was insistently demanding she eat. "This is going to go wrong, isn't it."