Sacrifice. As if there's something to sacrifice when we're both bare-- or anything to sacrifice it with. [once again, he thinks of morbid thoughts, of removing limbs and hurting oneself just to seal an agreement.] Physical reminders are better, for all parties, but we make do with what we have here.

Bleeding isn't sanitary, in any case.

[the erune shakes once, grip firm, before letting go.]

Now, what shall you do? Poke and prod and ask what I need? Or will you find a better way to spend your time?