River purrs, her lilting voice giving the pleased sound a roll. "I want you to explore your canvas, artist. Your line of work has been a lifelong friend to me, and I'd like to give you my custom, if we get along. Touch what draws your eye, taste what calls to you..." River draws closer, her lips pressing to Erik's ear. "But keep your cock to yourself, and don't pierce my ears with those fangs. You'll burn, and that too is a description rather than a threat. When your curiosity is sated, I want a taste of what's in my hand, and I want you to share what I'll drink from it."