So how would he know? Thanatos had no idea how. He was getting lost in all the how, in a long long corridor of How, but her hands cupped his cheeks and grabbed his thoughts and then her lips landed square on his and Than's entire being shook. He didn't shudder, not actually, but that was only because there was already an earthquake at her fingertips and Than wanted a good taste before the sidewalk cracked and he was swallowed up by all the rippling slabs of pavement.
When she pulled away, Than chuckled. He shook his head. He smiled. Didn't she get it? Didn't she see how she looked? They needed a pond. Something to study her reflection in. Thanatos didn't trust mirrors anymore. The one in the bathroom kept shattering and unshattering. Ponds were reliable. Her reflection would probably dry the pond up on the spot, but at least it would be reliable before it dried up. "You can't do that," he said, his chuckle becoming a proper, full laugh. The sound made the air around him buzz. "Your mouth is molten. You can't kiss melted gold."
But he wanted to. Than really, really wanted to.
He stumbled even with the warning of motion, but that was because of her mouth. The light touch was still searing through him. She was moving too fast for Thanatos to stop her from walking, too fast to even comprehend how, but he'd given up on How. If Thanatos managed to stop her at some point, he was going to see how deep her burns could go. There was too much momentum, too much force driving them forward, but maybe later. Maybe a soon kind of later.
"Hmm." It was a hum. Not a question. It was usually a question with him, and that made everything funnier. "You've never seen it. It isn't...there's plenty of life. Even if it's different. There's mist. But it isn't bad mist." Than touched his lips gingerly. "I'm buzzing." Or was it sparkling? She was golden. What happened when metal burned through flesh? "Burning," he decided.