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Hatchet examined her closely. His eyelids leveled out; his eye almost twitched. His hand, placed on the counter, clawed into the crystal top of the counter. As if they were sinking into clay, his nails dug into the surface, until he had a solid grip. He realized how she threatened his composure with such sultry tactics, but he didn't care. He had followed Fedelia's delicate finger to the curves of her lips, as she taste the liquid.

Suddenly, Hatchet cleared his throat, trying to keep up with his thoughts. "Indeed." He replied, referring back to the subject of his abnormality. He finally snatched the thermos, quickly pouring himself a glass, and in-turn taking a quick drink to ease himself.

This suitor hadn't had the chance to unleash any desires. His sharp mind had restricted the instinctual bloodlust, and general lust, alike. Otherwise, he was quivering with undeniable excitement.

Hatchet looked away from Fedelia, lest he be overwhelmed any further. He stared into the shimmering pit of his drink, occasionally tilting the liquid toward the rim to entertain his stress. "I don't think I mentioned it, but I missed you."