Her teeth caught on her lip, and Draco almost growled. He'd never had the slightest indication he was even capable of that, but there was something feral in watching that, teeth against the wet skin. That he could kiss whenever he damn well felt like it, and there was a deep sense of possessiveness that welled up in him at that. "Don't you have any?" He asked, and it was sheer force of will that let him keep teasing her, instead of just kissing her.