Savagely, he bit at the boy's lower lip--a jolt of pain that might have been enough to leave a mark. He pulled back, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. He certainly didn't look displeased, only a tad thoughtful.
"We'll have time to play later."
It sounded both like a promise and a threat. "You have games to win. And I have things to do." He didn't, but staying in close proximity where people could walk in on them sounded like a bad game indeed.
Ivynian
