"Aww, I'd never do that to you." He mocked; other's maybe, but not his show partner. If he ever found himself the vengeful or aggressive sort, he would probably shave Mallory's head first; but that really was not part of his personality.
Issac's thick dark hair was notoriously tangled and had from time to time eaten hair brushes as a sacrifice. He barely recognized her hand tugging for release.
Fingers moved down from her chin to her breasts, lightly teased the nipples. His pulse thumped hard through his veins, redistributing his blood to more important areas. His growing desire for her flowed over their mental connection; more than his playful flirtations and familiar touches, Issac wound up easily when directed.