[His teeth grate and he cinches the rosary's beads tighter. It's beautiful, at art really, how Cross can so easily get under his skin in oh so few words. Easily enough that Tyki reacts in a predictable way, yanking that chain of beads to bring that arrogant son of a bitch's mouth down to level.
It's less of a kiss and more of an aggravated bite, a reversal of last year with teeth digging into Cross' lower lip with no remorse.]