Voltaire felt good seeing Koph return a similar expression, this was new kind of high that would take some time to get down from. He took the time to brush off some dirt and dust that got on his clothes as he moved closer to Koph. He felt like a little kid again roaming the streets with a crappy wooden sword. The main difference now was that he was no longer alone.

Speaking of which, Koph had gotten rather close...[color=8493ca]"What are you doing?"[/color] He asked confused, feeling her hand grip his head. A sudden heat seemed to rush through his blood. [color=8493ca][i]Pain?[/i][/color] Oh she must mean the cut on his cheek [color=8493ca]"Nah, I don't even feel it."[/color] He tried remaining calm.

That went out the proverbial window with Koph's next action. Blood rushed into his cheeks, coloring them a bright red. The fact she did it so nonchalantly made it even worse! The half-elf expression was a mix of shock and disbelief [color=8493ca]"H-hey! You can't just lick someone like that!"[/color] He stumbled with his words at the start [color=8493ca]"I could have gotten it myself or at the very least you could have used your finger!"[/color] He sounded upset but he really how no idea how react to this so it was the first emotion he latched onto it. It sort made him feel like she was treating him like a kid.