His expression was serious as he studied Amadeus's face and his hands came up, letting rough fingertips trace the line of his jaw, the high cheekbones. What color were the Elder's eyes, he wondered? After all, he couldn't actually tell. Brown or black, most likely from how dark they were but he didn't know, wouldn't ever know. And there were promises contained within but Ariel didn't put much stock in the promises of any Kindred.
"Maybe you should have mentioned that instead of your lap then," Ariel huffed a laugh, shaking his head slightly. Would they wreck the room? Maybe but he suspected they were more likely to wreck each other with tooth and claw and need. He let his hands fall to the lapel of Amadeus's apparently favored jacket, pulling him forward even as he, himself, was pulled as well.
He had opened to the kiss immediately, deep and hungry for even the slightest expression of affection or lust. After all, it wasn't like they needed to breathe. He didn't think about any of it - the teeth, the fact that this was the fucking Sheriff (and that could be a later complication all on its own). After a long moment, he pulled away from the kiss though, his forehead pressed against Amadeus's as he pushed the jacket back away from the Elder's shoulders.