It was a weird sensation, that was already mixed in with a variety of weird emotions. Almost like an eggs being cracked upon his head, it's contents oozing through the curls in his hair, seeping down his neck. The level of quality regarding Padma's spell was hard to tell, but something was certainly happening.
Not that he could clearly disect this, once Padma pressed her lips against his. Anthony's reaction was momentarily delayed, but then he returned it - hesistant, with an almost pained expression. It was not that he did not enjoy it, but each touch of her lips - her warmth, her scent - made his mouth go dry and his body ache. Anthony was fighting with thousands of years of instincts and he was trying desperately to be restrained.