Oh, is that a challenge? You shouldn't appeal to my competitive side, Barakiel. Have you ever seen the blood inside a human body boil? You experience a sort of disconnect with your body as an angel stuffed into a sardine can, don't you?
[ Ahhh, it seems she struck a nerve there. She smiles against his ear at feeling the tension coiled up in his shoulders suddenly, pleased to finally getting some sort of rise out of him. ]
That cupcake gave you a small taste. It would be so much better than that though, since all that did was make you feel like you need it. Have you never even wondered what it feels like?
[ Well, fortunately, she doesn't seem to be holding him down with her manipulation powers anymore, because she feels pretty confident she doesn't have to. He could snatch something off the table in hopes it'll save him, but... is it worth the risk?
It might be at this point, because she's gone back to nuzzling his neck now that he seems actually rather uncomfortable with it in contrast to pain, and her hands are kneading into his chest and shoulders again. Quietly, she makes a soft little purr of contentment against his skin and dots a few kisses along the nape of his neck. ]
[Barakiel is actually desperate and freaked out enough to actually risk crossing Cecil. The minute he feels her dropping kisses along the nape of his neck he takes action, shoving the first thing he can get his hand on into his mouth in the hopes of changing something.
It's a vanilla cupcake, fortunately, so that solves the hot-and-bothered problem, at least. But he's still stuck in this unnervingly squishy human body.]
[ Cecil stills for a moment at that, a little caught off guard, and she contemplates the situation briefly before she continues kissing along his neck, even as he's notably more composed. ]
But is also only listening with half an ear as he keeps searching for some other foodstuff to eat that might save him from continuing badtouching but that's neither here nor there...]
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