"Ask what means?" he asked, holding back a moan of disappointment when she drew away. His brow furrowed in confusion when she continued. "What was like this last time?"

But her hand on his own answered the question. "Ah I see." he withdrew his hand, the slit very open and even glistening in the dim light before resting it palm-up on the pillow beside him. "Over the years my kin have found the feeding organ to be more than just our way to feed. A wraith once removed his entirely in order to try and stop the feeling of starvation, but before he died he did record his findings, which were that removing it was not only a mistake but was like removing your tongue, nose, and skin all at once. Becoming blind to the world around you. It's not an additional sense like our telepathy is, but enhances the senses we have, particularly smell, touch, and taste. As a result, we can pinpoint prey in even complete blackness." he elaborated, lifting his hand again to caress her arm with his claws.

"As for the reason why mine was open before and is now...well, I'd be more or less blind to the full experience of you if it wasn't. However, if it bothers you I can control it."