He drew his hand back and let go her throat as he sat back and lifted his injured digit to examine.  He cursed freely in both Latin and Greek as he then rose and went to track down some of the cheaper wine.  "You've a lesson to learn tigress," he promised darkly as he refilled his skin and then doused his finger to wash away the blood.<br/><br/>He gritted his teeth and yelped at the burning sensation, but at the same time he forced himself to let the stinging touch of Dionysus wash the wound clean.  And a long pull of wine went into his throat as well before he moved to the tools that were stacked neatly for them.<br/><br/>When he returned to her side, he held a pair of iron tongs, intended to hold small pieces for smithing.  "Now my tigress," he said as he moved and knelt beside her again, his eyes dark and full of cruel intent, "I hope you got a good enough taste of my flesh and blood, because it was your last."