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"An immortal brain never loses its fresh fear even when it's brought to and melts in my mouth. This creamy texture and rich taste goes well with your lifeblood. Well, what about this cigar..." *puff* *puff*
That face mixed confusion, longing, awe and fear. Even the faithful valets who have served my Lord for years... no, that's why, have this look on their faces.
And when they get my Lord's first bite, they turn into more dutiful servants with bliss. Hoping to get him to bite again.