Connie could have stayed like that forever. There was something magical about kissing and being kissed - especially when neither of them needed to breathe. He could taste the tainted blood on Cian's lips but it wouldn't be enough to bother the Confluence in the long run. And he made a very pleased sound at the bite even if it was just a little one and not nearly as fun as some other bites he'd had in his long, long unlife.
But he could feel it - a sort of hesitation. Cian didn't like being in view as much as Connie did. "You should come by sometime," he purred, reaching up to touch Cian's temple. Just like that, he was putting his address in the other Malkavian's mind, a repetitive moment of telepathy to make sure he remembered it, sung to one of those earworm songs that no one could get rid of no matter how hard they tried. "We can continue this conversation then." Not that there had been much conversation but that was just fine with the Confluence.