<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/9/93/Sebastian_Bryce.jpg/395px-Sebastian_Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce</strong><br/><br/>"Hmmph, what do you take me for, some newly minted Apprentice who doesn't know how to take a bite from a Vampire?" he says, chuckling a bit, trying not to let on how much he was enjoying the way that Morag had put her arm around him and pulled him close. It<em>was</em>exciting, after all, with just a hint of danger. "I once spent seven months as the 'guest' of a trio of blood-drinkers living in the warrens of an ancient Parisian Cathedral during my tragically misspent youth. I sincerely doubt there's much you could do to me that'd put me out of commission, my dear."<br/><br/>He smiled a bit, looking up at her, eyes a bit taunting,-- flashing a bit when she accuses him of having any sort of smell, even though he's sure she's probably right,-- but at least she finds it- well 'not totally horrible' is hardly the most ringing endorsement but the way that she says it is hopeful at least. Really, as far as 'punishments' go, this one wasn't much to speak of, and Bryce<em>supposed</em>he could countenance the slight sting to his honor given the circumstances.<br/><br/>"That said, eat or not as you wish, but I think<em>I'll</em>have myself some breakfast at the very least... I am rather peckish.."