Crowley focused his attention on the map now, as well. Folding his arms across his chest and lightly stroking his chin with a finger, he suddenly showed a mischievous smile, like he thought up of something. “Well, I think I’ll take a picture of a naked woman over this.”
A naked woman was better, he said.
After Ferid took his time to laugh at that, he knocked down a glass that was found on his desk. The glass that was filled with lifeblood of a 12 year old boy. As the glass toppled, the map Ferid put so much effort in drawing got stained with it. The blood soaked the parchment, ruining it in no time at all.
And instantly, Crowley’s throat worked, making a gulping motion at the sight of the blood, letting Ferid know that the craving for blood had been sparkled in Crowley with ease.