Koln sighs, seeing that the other two are not moving... Under his breath, he quietly prays, emitting no sound, but moving his mouth to the old words as he moves, his back to the girls so they cannot see him feed. He closes his eyes, ashamed about what he's about to do, and leans forward until he feels his fangs dig into flesh... His tongue is blessed with the first couple scarlet streams, very warm yet has a very familiar taste. Actually, upon entering his mouth, the tricklets of blood feel like air, as if evaporatiing and not satisfying. So he then pushes deeper... still no sound is made, razor sharp white daggers piercing flesh and cartilidge... it is painful... actually VERY PAINFUL! Koln's eyes shoot open wide, realizing that he just bit his own hand. "Merde!, Gah.. c-condamner!! Cela baisant.. l-blessure!" Koln sputters, cursing a loud, frantically waving his bloodied hand. He blinks, looking back at Clover and Ruby... "Er... I'm getting to it.. just give me a bit... " Whiping his own blood from his chin and faces forward again, petting the cow to calm it, having startled it earlier with his outburst. He slowly leans his opened mouth forward, this time his fangs finding their mark.
Translation: Koln let out a very unpriestly: "


! Gah.. Dammit! THAT 


ING HURT!""