A playful smile curled on his lips again as he said, "What if it is what I want?" Using her own words against her.
"I underestimated you…" She trailed. "You are even crazier than I thought." Belle chuckled, and her hands played fondly with his hair.
Kione watched her for another second before asking, "Would you prefer that I ask your consent before drinking from you or not?" Belle paused the movement of her hand on his hair.
It was not like she hadn't thought about it, but she was conflicted on which to choose. On one side was her mother's warning to her, and on the other side was her new forbidden love for a demon—the opposite of her kind.
Seeing the conflicted emotion on her face, Kione added, "I know you believe the lore about angel's blood being made powerful through consent other than its addictive nature." Though I feel it is a misguided truth. Kione thought but didn't say it aloud.
