
“Ah,” I said smiling still, and kissing his shoulder.
“I hurt you!” he said.
“No, no, not at all, sweet Master,” I answered. “But I hurt you! I have you, now!”
“Amadeo, you play the devil.”
“Don’t you want me to, Master? Didn’t you like it? You took my blood and it made you my slave!”
He laughed.Marius and Amadeo, TVA