[He squirms at the touch to his side, especially any time her hand comes in contact with that damn tattoo. Which just causes him to growl and bite down wherever his mouth is currently exploring - which would be the neck and the curve of her shoulder --- though she is still protected by the many layers of Goth fabrics.
...
Oh wait. What's this?
She's talking.
He pulls back from her with a disgruntled look, trying to process the words that he just tried to ignore.]
no subject
...
Oh wait. What's this?
She's talking.
He pulls back from her with a disgruntled look, trying to process the words that he just tried to ignore.]
Is that a complaint?