Well that was...unexpected. Charon felt the tug in his hair and her teeth on his lip, heightened by the adrenaline and violence singing in his veins. He was starting to understand why some of his siblings seemed to enjoy picking fights.
Once he'd stopped moving for a moment, however, and his heart rate started to return to normal, the knowledge of who he was kissing broke through his brain, and he took a startled step back and dropped his hand. "Fuck," he muttered, trying to wipe some of the blood of his face, which only smeared it further.