He smirked and retaliated by licking her neck before biting it briskly. "Hit me again and I'll take you right here and now." It wasn't a threat, just a simple observation. He sat back, however, and put his arms back behind his head. "I'm into necromancy." He said it as if it were something normal, like origami or stamp collecting. "I don't summon up things from the dead, if they're dead, they probably have a good reason for it. I mostly spend time employing detached spirits to do things like fuck with people who have fucked with me. You wouldn't believe how pissed off ghosts get when they're displaced from their usual haunts. Oh, they get fucking ornery." He looked up at the ceiling. "Some of your usual black magic shit, most of it to my advantage when I'm preparing for tourney. Most of the time, it's to give them an edge, because I fight dirty. I make them lose their inhibitions."