Two wierdoes. And goblins I mean readers waching it intensely, judging every movement, every lick, the tongue sliding up this cut. Gently, to not irritate this pure white skin. Slowly, to let saliva-catalyst soak in. Probably with pauses so that priest would gather saliva to go at it again, with mouth watering from desire more then out of need. With saulty aftertaste from all this blood and sweat from brawling strong monsters for the longest time.