He wouldn't really consider this a meal necessarily but it was the general idea. Tony's health was still the most important so he set to work removing the rest of the glass pieces from his back and thighs.

"I don't feed on the living," he muttered, dropping the last splinter in the dish. "I never wanted to hurt anyone or force myself on anyone."

He hesitated before he licked up Tony's thigh and stopped when he heard footsteps. He was so handsome.