[ as always, his kiss is cold to the touch, but she doesn't shiver when he touches her. the only visible reaction to the way he feels when his fingers - or lips - brush hers would be the tightening of her nipples, but they are currently covered by the fabric of her dress. she's not wearing a bra; she rarely does, unless it's part of a set of lingerie she's showing off, but the dress itself is sturdy enough to keep them from showing. probably. the downside is, of course, that that fabric is now brushing against sensitive skin and she cannot deny it affects her. ]

What will I do when you tire of flattering me? [ her exhale is soft. there is no worry for the darkness he leads her through, no fear at all. ] My poor ego won't be able to stand it.

[ her smile is only for him, but she does look around with interest. ] I like your home, Thanatos.