"Not at the moment," she answered smoothly, fingertips gliding down one cheek. Either this would work, and she'd leave a little piece of herself on him that would last, or it wouldn't. No harm no foul. She wasn't going to use enough chaos to do any damage, though it might tingle a little.
Humming thoughtfully, the general shifted against him, leaning up enough for her to reach her own face, fingertips dragging across her brow and down the side of her face. It smeared the paint that made her eyes seem to glow in contrast, but that wasn't her goal. The pigment stained her fingers now, and it was these she'd lay against the side of his face, next to his eye. A flexing of will, a small rush of chaos, and she slid her fingers down sun kissed skin, leaving a dark smear in their wake. A pair of mostly even lines of black paint.
Leaning in, Xenotime tipped her head to catch his lips again as those trailing fingers slid along the edge of his jaw, and down the side of his neck, drawing away before she'd reached his shoulder.
He'd feel her aura disappear as the general's guise folded away and left the fighter on his lap. They'd see, the next time he powered up, if the mark lingered. If it did, she'd found a way mark her team. They were her's, after all.
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