Marius wasn't the world's biggest fan of kissing -- he liked what came after more -- but the touch of resistance he felt before Elaine kissed back was enough to make him decide he'd drag it out. And he would've. Right until he felt the harsh pinpricks in his temple that signaled angel-angel-angel. He didn't even have time to separate from Elaine before she was pulled back away from him and he was left staring at a very blonde and very, very pissed angel. Which to be fair? Seemed to be a pretty damn good descriptor for their whole race. They'd never get over that whole being locked in heaven while demons got to frolick on earth and slaughter their kin for the hell of it. Mmm, those had been some goods times. Why had they needed to end?
"You're pissier than the average cherub," Marius drawled, wiping at his mouth. "Now why's that?" Elaine wasn't an angelic so it wasn't a family intervention. Marius did love toying with the angelics but it was so much more work and they tended to cry at some point. Marius had his water affinity and loved the element as much as he could anything that wasn't himself, but he didn't want it salty and all over his shirt or chest. He glanced around the angel to Elaine with her glazed eyes and grinned. "Your girl's having plenty of fun, angel, just ask. Oh and do give her back." He flicked his tongue out, displaying the fork that marked him. "She's a good kisser and I'd like a few more. Then we can go and paint the back alley." The incubus traced his finger over the lip of his glass, knowing Elaine was still -- no, she was looking at the angel. Hmm. Potential difficulty. "With your blood." Take away the angel and he could still have his fun. It'd jus be that much better because an angel had tried to interfere.