[ The movement caught him so unaware that for a good moment he remained frozen, fingers resting lightly against her cheek still and eyes fixated with near obsession on the motions that shouldn't be there. Like a horror movie. Exactly like it, even more so once that wet-winged butterfly makes its presence known and he pulls away as if her cool skin actually burnt him, breath caught dead in his throat and just like all those poor bastards in all those movies he's taken delight in the past he can't look away, can barely make himself move back to a safe distance.
It's a shame no one ever told him the full nature of tease. The magnitude, because even though he recognizes the bugs for what they are he has no idea what's coming for him. ]