"No thin stretching. Only cupcake filled fat stretching. Got It." Issac winked back at her, trying not to move his head too much so she could continue with the war on his tangled mop. The Dreamer had not been there long enough to know that Issac's problems were ever increasing and that most of the time the Coven protected him from himself. Dark, light, Neutral, none of it mattered in their coven, merely that everyone had a taste and no one was left to fall.
Issac laughed with delight as Marlow presented the freed comb. "You are!" He curled his arm around her head, sliding his fingers into her hair and pulled her into a light kiss. "Thank you, Dreamer. We shall make it to the ball after all!"