[ IV lifts his head after a moment, reveals pupils so blown out that his irises are only the thinnest little line around them.

(he watches Chris struggle like a cat with a bird; little darting movements of his eyes following the movements here and there)

(he licks his lips) ]

You... you smell good, Chris...

[ His voice is low, almost drugged as his eyes flick to every little movement Chris makes.

(and as he's talking, the tendrils are lifting Chris up and arranging him until he's on his knees on the bed in front of Chris) ]

Chris, I'm so...

I'm hungry, Chris. They're starved for this, and you wanted to see them up close.

Is this close enough, a~ni~ki~?