"Shame you're not, then," Damien murmurs, a shiver running through him at the brush of her teeth. What he wouldn't give to live forever. Wouldn't that be a fucking surprise for Aiden, if and when he ever returns home, and when he inevitably catches up with him, kills him? Wouldn't it be nice, to just be able to get up again and walk away?

He pushes that thought, that memory of his own looming mortality away, just as she does. He turns his head to chase and hopefully catch her lips, instead.