Kieran inclines his head down to the healing wound, lightly tasting the skin before pressing a kiss against it. His hand still cradles Malachai's throat, fingers applying a gentle pressure, warmth still flooding into the now quickening pulse. "Perhaps," he finally replies in answer to the question of tattooing his wrist. That seems to be all he plans to say on the subject for the moment. "The idea of being marked by you permanently is no less exciting for me, since it is not something that has ever been done to me. For obvious reasons. When would you like to begin?"
(Btw, VP is failing its checkpoints. Again. I've emailed Kristian.)