Oh, shit. Aimon breathed against her, his fingers combing though her hair. Fuck everything else, she was making him happy. Her lips were so soft, and she was so soft, and her voice was just the sweetest thing in the entire world. Aimon paused for a moment, breaking her off, and breathing a little harder than he was before. That was awesome. Kissing Dorcas was awesome. "Death and doom and fire, huh?" he asked, smirking a bit. Well, as odd as it was, he wasn't about to refute that. Those things tended to follow him around. He licked his lips a bit, and kissed her cheek, nuzzling her gently. "I think you taste like…cotton candy, and blood." he sighed, closing his eyes. The words were just coming out at this point, and he'd put the two together out of some tired place in the back of his mind. She was sweet, colorful, and maddeningly dangerous. How delightful. He hadn't felt this comfortable with anyone in a while, and he found himself with his arms around her, his face in her neck, snug against his newfound treasure. "And you're mine." he added, happily. And hopefully, she was. Because once Cain deemed something as his, anyone else was going to have a very, very difficult time prying it away from him. He was jealousy and wrath and vengeance wrapped into a pretty little package, after all.