[It's fine and lovely for a beat, Tyki's snarl into it fades fast after that. He pulls back before it's ever an official kiss, jerking the rosary chain but raising his other hand before his mouth with an oddly perplexed look. Caught on edge because of -- a burning where Cross' blood meets his lips.
His eyes lift to Cross' almost accusatory. Yet, so begins the hollowing sort of realization. He knows this sizzling feeling, knows it all too well. Innocence.] You're a fool.