Dealing with the Medicine Seller was rather like dealing with a stray cat. He could generally be bribed with food but mostly he'd come to a person if and when he damn well felt like it.

"I wonder..."

He reached out, letting his long nails brush Kit's cheek and then trace the solid outline of his jaw, down his throat and to his clavicle.

"It depends," he said, slow and even a little smug, "on how long you last."