Jathew looked at Janin, saying with a little bit of a bristle, “Firstly, my feeding habits are not really any of your business, and secondly, this isn't a normal one, is it, brother?" He then turned to the prey trapped in his tail, musing, "William, eh?" He then brought his mouth closed to the exposed neck, murmuring, “Hopefully, I can grant your wish…’”<br/><br/>He then sighed deeply and opening his mouth, bared his fangs. They were large and slim, but contained a deadly venom. As far as he was able to determine, nothing he had ever bitten, no matter how big, had been immune to the poison he had injected into them. He then lunged forwards, biting into the soft neck, his fangs digging in good and deep, right into the jugular, and he injected the venom. He didn’t usually use so much, but he did this time, feeling like he owed it to this odd man to help him to his death.