"Well you're not the one who got bit anyway." Despite the warmth that pulses in his veins and the issue at hand, the reaper mulls over everything and still avoids looking at him. This wasn't like him. This has never happened so quickly nor harshly. "I don't..."

At the moment, his words trail off with Lucifer's question but the allure of it breaks at the light scrape of fangs. His body contorting to get his head away even if he can manage so much while trapped. "Nagas have venom. Meaning you have something in your bite."