[The buzz of the sword as it whizzes by his head brings a smile to his lips. It's such a pleasant sound, creating a unique harmony with Conrad's ragged and uneven breathing. He whirls just in time for their gazes to meet, his a vibrant crimson and Conrad's a deep shade of brown. He notices the smirk and realizes that Conrad is enjoying this. Perhaps more than he should allow.
His speed triples, and Kaname moves around the taller man, the visual representation of his body no longer detectable. Only his presence remains, still lingering in the air as he circles him, occasionally touching him; his breath on the back of his neck, a finger on his throat, nails lightly scratching the extra ears, a hand brushing against his waist.
And then he's standing in front of him again, his body at arm's length, looking not even the slightest bit tired, an attractive smile indenting the corners of his mouth. It might not be noticeable at first, but there is a thin line of blood on his cheek where Conrad managed to graze him with his sword.
It slowly heals as he continues to stare at him, the blood being absorbed by his otherwise flawless skin before the wound closes up.]