Finally grasping the situation -- gads, we're mortal?, he repeats his question, changing it a little. "The poison, does it need to hit the bloodstream to be effective? Could it seep into the tongue, or hurt you if swallowed in some amount?"
"Kerith," he seems to be wracking his memory just slightly, "put pressure around the wounds... Like you trying to make your foot fall asleep, it makes the poison fall asleep."
He begins to kneel, then stops.
"Someone else suck... I've only tried this once before, and she... I've only tried this once before."