Parne didn’t bother to respond to the pixie a second time, his thin lips set across his face as he watched her fly back a little way – as if suddenly wary he might strike out at her. The thought had indeed passed his mind, but he couldn’t be certain that despite how quick his reflexes were that the little fae couldn’t in fact move faster – and if he missed in such an attempt to grab her, the toll would no doubt increase in price to an extent that would not be in their best interests…<br/><br/>He grunted as he felt the vines tighten around his wrists – for all their appearance, he might have well have had wire wrapped around his thin wrists, the vines cutting down into the soft smooth pale skin that they encircled until the skin underneath them became wet and sticky, a few droplets of his blood trickling down both forearms.<br/><br/>Hopefully, he thought, the drawing of blood from the vines would be sufficient enough for their payment – he was certainly not in the habit of letting others bleed him, especially when he knew his blood would be useful in several rather powerful spells that could be used back against them were the fae to renege on their pact. It was unlikely he knew, but he didn’t put it past them…<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed somewhat as the creature talked of demanding dues – the last thing he needed was them to give the girl even more pause for thought as to his intentions and what may lay in store for her upon their journey. As it was he had to content with the notions that had already been bestowed upon her, and he really didn’t need her mind clouded even further – especially when he was apparently making much headway at making her feel at ease around him before this encounter.<br/><br/>It felt like he should say something to counter the pixies words, but he realised all too well that she spoke the truth – better for this time to keep his own council, rather than to look as if he needed to defend himself, his nature. Were there words coming to his lips, they were cut short as the pixie leader flicked her almost serpentine tongue around the head of his member – the rough surface closing tightly around him before pulling back, the movement involuntarily causing some measure of increased blood flow towards his cock which began to stir in its slumber.