Morag relaxed at the arm around her waist and the little kiss, feeling most of then tension and insecurity drain from her body with the closeness. She relaxed in his embrace, most of her focus still on their victim.
Killing together seemed so intimate really, like seeing that primal place in the other person, seeing the darkness and understanding it, and not running away. She flicked her wand, cracking a bone and enjoying the scream. "You're turn."