He felt his gaze soften as she whispered his name, before tucking her head against his neck. He knew by the sheen of her cheeks that her throat was burning, her greed aching for relief. He moved to face her, laying on his side, and propped himself up with his elbow. He produced his wand and slowly dragged it along his wrist while muttering a continuous spell, blood trickling and spurting out as he placed it against her mouth.