"Mmm..." D'Artigo's eyes close, and he takes a deep breath in. "Such a delicious taste... for the most part. You taste like... oh how can one describe it? Humans have the taste of sickly sweet honey... that is easy to describe. Most Lycans carry a bitter taste, but that may be simply because they're pure Lycan, and you are not. Hmm... what can I describe it as..." D'Artigo muses under his breath, debating with himself. Finally, he comes to a conclusion.
"Well... you might say that it's a bit like fresh bread, straight from the oven. But with honey drizzled all over it, as well as the tang of some under ripe fruits... but when you mix them all together, it also contains the ever present bold taste of blood... which is much like water, only with the occasional standout flavour... I must say, it is a rather interesting taste..."
Opening his eyes again, D'Artigo looks at her. "Is that the kind of answer you were looking for? Or did you mean just the skin?"
''Every vampire can identify someone by matching the taste of their skin to the taste of their blood. It's got to do with the sensitivity of our tongues, and palettes. The separation is sometimes difficult, but we figure it out eventually."
"Oh no. Teeth. Whatever shall I do." D'Artigo's tone was completely lazy, and unworried. He knew that his teeth, while less numerous, were more deadly. "Seriously though, this isn't bad. Nor is it bad when you're in humanoid form. But when you're between the two, or shifting between them all the time... it just gets weird."