Damn bodies, damn bodies and their infernal weakness. Darkleer doesn't want to think about the shock that goes down his spine as her grip tightens, the- things stirring in him. They don't matter, he refuses to let them matter. He just sneers at her words- and then he can't sneer anymore, not the least because her teeth are all over his own and his lips.

His brain nearly stops, and Darkleer can't think.

Of course, with no input from the mind, the body does things automatically, and it's only when he bites down on her mouth right back with their blood mingling on his tongue does he snap to. He jerks his hand away from her hair, not caring how much he pulls out with it, and tries to push her off of him.