Its a manner of speaking, my beloved queen. I am certain you'd never but if we were to then I'd be happy to spend my last breath with you at my side.

I don't want kill you...

Do you want me to let others feed from me?

I'm kidding. I'd prefer you kill me with your appetite than letting you taste anyone else but me

And I love y... uh... you know what I mean. Do you want me to eat from the soul of others?... I don't want to tire you.

You seem addicted to me. You'll leave me dry because my queen is quite ravenous. I love that.

I like to savor every part of you.

—I am your King indeed. You do drain your King to death, and I love every second of it.

— No, you live, here with us. You are my King.

—I'm basically dead already, Honeyboo.