Oh, Liliya thought that she knew exactly what it was that Lizbeth meant. And if she had not then she could tell when the redhead tilted her head to the side. She was exposing that neck of hers and it was making it that much harder to not take what she wanted. Which thing that I want? The haze of peace that always came with angelic blood really did not help make Liliya's thought process any easier. Neither did the words that followed. Another sigh slipped out of her mouth and she let her lips linger against that soft skin, though she kept her fangs away for the moment. But the question had somehow put itself into her mind and Liliya knew that she would not be any measure of content, no matter how much angelic blood she ingested, if she did not at least ask. In a moment. The question was necessary, but it was swatted aside for a moment because as far as she was really concerned, Liliya had been given permission. Those shudders and gasps had really only helped. This time when she pressed her lips into Lizbeth's neck it was undeniably a kiss and when her tongue flicked out it was not to lap up blood, it was for nothing more than the sensation. She wanted to cup Lizbeth's chin and turn her head so that she could kiss her, but if she waited... Liliya was familiar with the ache that came with waiting for something she wanted and it was divine.
And it would be better that way. If Liliya had just wanted this, blood and sex together, then she really would have gone to Ad Gustum. That Amaya girl had spoken sweet words, but the Cyri had not been brought back to life yesterday and she knew that they were said to everyone. Lizbeth had multiple clients. Just because her body said she wanted something did not meant that it did not say that to everyone. Liliya could not have that, she did not want that and she had become quite used to getting what she wanted. Right now she thought that she wanted Lizbeth, but she knew that far more than that she wanted Lizbeth to want her. Like Via had before she left. Her hand slid up, though the other remained under Lizbeth's shirt teasing along the soft skin, and cupped her chin so that she could indeed turn her head enough so that she could lean in and press the lightest of kisses against her lips. It could have almost been called chaste if not for the way her eyes sparked when she pulled back. "Do you always sleep with your clients, Lizbeth?" If the answer was anything close to a 'yes' then Liliya knew she would have no choice but to wait, but if it was more like a "never"... her nails raked lightly over the skin as she waited for the answer.