The little tingles of power against its teeth draws a low, euphoric purr from the depths of the shadow's chest, heavy and dark against the hollow of the enforcer's throat. Slowly, it eases its jaws apart with a glassy crinkle of voxel, exhaling, tasting light against the back of its throat.

"There you are," it whispers, mouth pressed against the nook where helmet met neck now, the heat of its breath fogging up mirror gloss and it's smiling for all that there were no lips or eyes to convey the emotion. "Sure took you a couple of minutes. Losing your edge a little there, hm?"

Tones playful and teasing and hungry, the shadow presses its tongue against the fresh cuts, into them in ways a Turian tongue shouldn't have been able to. It watches intently as Rinzler twists under its weight, as he wrenches and jerks against the bindings, breath catching in quiet awe.

"Goddess, you're so pretty." Pulling back on its mech arm, it tightens the tether just a little further, ups the temperature just a little higher, mouth plates sliding against apple. "Look at you."

This time the jaws clamp down hard enough that it doesn't need to hold Rinzler's head down, long teeth sinking deep. Hand now freed, the shade reaches down and slides the contact points into the gape in the program's abdomen, sinks them in.

And there they start to slowly split into long, fine tendrils, slowly pushing foreign mass into Rinzler's core, spreading outwards like some kind of malignant root.