[He's cut off by Alphonse's words. And for a moment, he wonders what forming a contract with him would be like. Would he be as harsh? What would his orders be? Would it be a butler, or perhaps something else? And the feel of him when he slides down his throat. The flesh. The soul. He'd be bitter, but deliciously spicey. No, perhaps sweet at the same time.
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He watches Alphonse, and smally licks his lips]