[color=a36209]"Mmm."[/color] Faolan hummed his response, relaxing slightly as he felt Lucien's arm snake around his rib cage and the smile on his face widened ever so slightly. Though Lucien was almost as tall as him, the Frenchman was more slender, and in this position they fit together perfectly. He turned his chin down slightly so he could smell Lucien's hair, breathing in the scent of fresh blackcurrant jam. It was intoxicating.

At Lucien's next comment, he looked down at him and raised an eyebrow, excitement growing as he sensed the Nephilim's intention. He was teasing him, and unfortunately for Faolan, it was working. He wanted to kiss him, but first he said, [color=a36209]"Are you sure your da was an angel...? That look...it's not so virtuous, Lucien."[/color] And it was true, the Frenchman was looking at him almost hungrily. Though Faolan was physically stronger than him, no man could match Lucien's charm. Faolan had always been a sucker for it, but it was just now that he was realizing how powerful he was.

[color=a36209]"Let's see what I can do about that..."[/color] he said, and pulled Lucien into a kiss. It was soft, like the one from last night that had spiraled into the events that lead them to this position, and he could feel himself smiling through it.