Few children of Malkav were disappointments in Connie's eyes. Occasionally, there were fools and he found it best to dispatch them before they ruined the whole thing for everyone. He wasn't really allowed to go around a'murdering anymore though, was he? Princes got so picky about that sort of thing.
Connie was humming happily as hands roamed. His fingers teased the short hairs on the back of Cian's neck. He wished they were a little longer so he could twist them around his fingers. Oh well. "Well, I certainly wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to give me many - or one very, very long one. It's not like we need to breathe," he teased in turn, almost purring. There were other images in his head - mouths in places that weren't appropriate for a dance floor.