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Mull had narrowed his eyes slightly at the remark about still screwing the other, then of HIMSELF being able to be touched, then shakes his head rapidly, a low growl being stomped into silence in his throat. He, himself was possessive as hell. "And what if, perchance, I happen to be the possessive type?" He asked, allowing his own teeth to lightly graze Mikkael's neck in return.

Mull raises an eyebrow gracefully. "A pushover, you say? This I have to see." He also loved making weaker willed anthros run crying to their parents. He smirks again, then bites at Mikkael's neck again. "I'm always possessive of those that actually show an interest in me. Guess that's what usually chases them off."

Mull smirks, kissing the other back in return. "Well, that's a good sign for me, anyway. If anyone DOES turn up with a sudden burning interest in me, well, they're too damned late now."

Mull grunts slightly as fangs brushed his neck, almost all thoughts of Maura gone from his head, until Mikkael asked THAT question. He froze, blinking up at the vampire. "Well... I know I'm interested in him... He just... hasn't shown interest in me. He's actually afraid of me, I think, and... well... We've gotten into quite a few fights. He was sick the time I got in a fight with one of his brothers though. Got my a** kicked during that. Magic is quite an unfair advantage against someone with no magic skills."

Mull blinks, then snorts. "If he'd felt anything for me at all, he'd have said something by now, since I've made my interest known multiple times, both in actions and words. How many people do you know would take care of someone that, when they'd met, they'd gotten into a fight with, when said person showed up drunk and disorderly at the shop and needed help? How many people would then make every effort to make sure that drunken person was comfortable when he passed out?" He shakes his head. "I've even taken care of him when he was sick, and I never got one word of thanks or anything. I'm tired of waiting for someone to just up and admit to me whether they feel anything for me or not. I'll grow old and wrinkled before THAT ever happens." He snorts, then leans up and stops just inches from Mikkael's face. "What if I decide I want you rather than someone who has shown no interest in me other than anger and fear?"

Mull thinks on this, shoving every emotion he felt to the side. What DID he want? Did he even know? "I want... You. You're the only one that hasn't turned away from me because of my habits, and you're also the only one that hasn't tried to change my self-destructive nature." He motions to the various scars on his arms. "You've actually talked with me, answering any questions I've asked. It's nice to be treated that way instead of like a freak or a piece of meat."

Mull smiles slightly, then wraps his own arms around Mikkael's waist, resting his head on the other's shoulder. He still didn't know why, but he DID feel safe with the vampire.

Mull had just begun to enjoy himself again when the strange voice had interrupted him. He growls, glaring over in Maybe's direction. "Back off, old man. You want something white furred? Go to hell and look for a fox named Fletcher. I'm not shareable."