[ The bite is just a tease, something in between mocking the sensuality of the arrangement and a petty bitterness at being caught and called weak. It’s a language they both speak, as is clear when it’s returned, and Sebastian laughs out a little oh first at the pinch of pain.

But he draws back, their points both made. He doesn’t reach to the bitten ear immediately, but he does cant his head lightly to that side. ]

More than fair, I would say. It is…

[ Sebastian trails off thoughtfully. It’s always difficult to explain the sensations of a soul’s taste. The words of humanity always failed the experience and made it seem lesser than what he actually felt. It’s simply so much more than being confined to the experience of a meal. ]

Complex. Much larger and richer than a human soul.

[ Though that’s probably the expected answer. It’s what could be guessed of any deity’s soul, so there’s a further explanation he feels is needed. Set’s unsaid question ends up answered, though only in part and vaguely. ]

…But very much to my taste, I admit. Every soul contains unique flavor, and yours is certainly the kind I tend to enjoy most.