Quite frankly, so did Hannibal. He was always composed and reserved and sex and blood - which were the indulgence they were speaking of - were ways to let go a bit. And with Nyx there was no need for pretending anything except lust. That was quite liberating, in a way.

"It will be good for us both," he agreed and didn't mind admitting. "Fae blood is beneficial in quite a few ways. Every other week, but not weekends. I think that will suit you as well?"