Without paying regards to how he might mess up her make-up, Kira cupped Belial's face with one hand, his thumb running over her lower lip. He pressed down on it, felt it be pliant under his touch, just as she was.

Leaning forward, he bit down on her lip, not caring that anyone watching them would think they were kissing. She'd know that wasn't it. He didn't pull back until he tasted blood. Then he waited for a pearl of blood to build up, trembling from her breath. With a careless swipe of his thumb, he smeared it across her mouth.

"A more fitting mark. Does it burn?"