Harrison ate one roasted pig's eye in a bite, and his face scrunched up as he indulged himself in the mixture of its heat and goodness.
Dracula looked down at his pepper steak, and took a deep breath to calm himself down in case he could not resist the urge to send the little fatty flying with a slap.
"Old sir, would you like to try one?" After finishing two skewers, and gulping down half a pint of beer, Harrison handed a skewer of roasted pig's eyes to Dracula warmly.
"No." Dracula rejected him expressionlessly. There was no reason for him to flare up on this little fatty when he was so nice.
"Then I'll help myself to it." Harrison smiled, and bit on one roasted pig's eye.
The veins on Dracula's forehead throbbed. He almost did not resist the urge. Dracula stabbed a piece of steak with his fork, and put it into his mouth. The fragrance of red wine and steak diffused in his mouth, and that made Dracula shift his attention back on to his steak.
