[ his own chest rises and falls rapidly. he's still a touch breathless, but he's trying to recollect himself. he manages a laugh though, his own tail swishing just a little. ] At least you'll enjoy your death. [ he shuts his eyes, giving him a lopsided smile. ] I... I do think you taste nice though. [ one of his hands rises to his cheek, collecting a glob, so he can lick at it. ] But now I really need to get clean.