I've always been chased after by youkai, even as a little kid. They talked about how good I smelled, and how they wanted to eat me. Some of them did say stuff like my loneliness making it better, but they might have just been trying to get me to give up.

[Natsume closed his eyes, thinking back past the nostalgic parts of his old world, remembering the times he'd been in very real danger.]

There might be some I'm forgetting, but I'm pretty sure you're the third that's gotten a taste of me... and the only one that's tasted my blood.

[An eye peeks open. Yeah, he noticed Kazuya slobbering all over him when his shoulder was still stinging. He doesn't look particularly annoyed though.]