[He half expected it. It's funny how he's half expecting things out of him, now. Lobelia is predictable, in his own horrible little way. When given what he wants, he revels in it, when its pulled away from him, he chases after it. And here, with Vergilius attempting to stay resolute, he goes after him with that lick and invasive little snake tongue of a kiss.]
[He shudders at it, more from the sensation than anything (the taste is almost familiar, after all, it isn't as if blood has magically been spared from his face in the midst of battle). The voice comes again, like a hum in the back of his mind.]
[He hates this party trick. Damned little audio devil.]
[But! The good news, he thinks, as he settles into his previous little plan of Giving As Little As Possible, is that he can't even answer this question. His mouth is preoccupied! He's not the one with the audio trick!! As if to emphasize how stupid he thinks this is, he lets out a little sigh into the kiss, tip of his tongue pressing against the other's as he returns it akin to a light slap on the wrist.]
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[He shudders at it, more from the sensation than anything (the taste is almost familiar, after all, it isn't as if blood has magically been spared from his face in the midst of battle). The voice comes again, like a hum in the back of his mind.]
[He hates this party trick. Damned little audio devil.]
[But! The good news, he thinks, as he settles into his previous little plan of Giving As Little As Possible, is that he can't even answer this question. His mouth is preoccupied! He's not the one with the audio trick!! As if to emphasize how stupid he thinks this is, he lets out a little sigh into the kiss, tip of his tongue pressing against the other's as he returns it akin to a light slap on the wrist.]