Biting the human had been a good idea for creating distance. That was the right thing to do, Seto was sure of it.

But the blood tingled on his lips and tongue in a way that felt strange. He had, initially, been sitting up, but slumps forward slightly as that strange feeling spread throughout his body, a bit at a time.

"Don't," he says, but his tone is hazed, his gaze distant. Blue eyes seemed to glow more brightly, his pupils slitted so narrowly that the blue is about all Yuugi would see. "Don't...patronize me."

He licks his lips, swallows hard. A mistake. The blood...it's like fire down his throat, little that it was, and it makes him dizzier than the wounds ever could. Before he can think of his next move, Seto lets out a low snarl and loses balance completely.

...Because his right arm was no longer human, and no longer proportionate with the rest of his body. It was a smooth-scaled foreleg, full-sized with talons, fin and all.

Human blood did this?! How...?