[ He kisses her back as much as he possibly can through the bars. He's hungry for touch and contact; his supernatural stamina is mercifully as toned down as the rest of him right now but he still has needs.
If it weren't for the damned bars he'd take her right here and now, damn the spectators. As is, they have to wait. ]
We'll cross that bridge when we get there.
[ But the grin that crosses his face when he pulls back from the kiss is bloodthirsty and feral, without the slightest attempt at friendliness.
Which is to say: he intends on tearing his captors to shreds as soon as he possibly can, but he's not going to admit to it if there's even a chance that someone's listening in on him. ]
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If it weren't for the damned bars he'd take her right here and now, damn the spectators. As is, they have to wait. ]
We'll cross that bridge when we get there.
[ But the grin that crosses his face when he pulls back from the kiss is bloodthirsty and feral, without the slightest attempt at friendliness.
Which is to say: he intends on tearing his captors to shreds as soon as he possibly can, but he's not going to admit to it if there's even a chance that someone's listening in on him. ]