[The owl's feather ruffled at the thought of the imp dressing up as another vampire. Oh yes... he liked that very much. Those fangs and the... biting. Damn. Stolas was trying to be on his best behavior but Blitzø insisted on flipping his switches.

Bending at the hips, the prince brought his face closer to hum in thr imp's ear, the claw hooking itself around the shirts hem.]

You want to my a plague victim, Bliz~? Riddled with painful buboes and your long slender fingers coiled black from gangrene as your body ravaged by trembling chills because your body is so hot?

[Stolas: Making the Bubonic Plague sound sexy.]