[He pushes his face into the crook of Dahlia Malkov.'s neck, lips and teeth co-working to create a believable hickey on her skin.]

[Pulling back, he inspects his hickey before smiling widely up at Dahlia Malkov..]

Have a good day, Neema. [He flashes Dahlia Malkov. a boyish grin, walking back toward the door.]

[He turns to look at Dahlia Malkov. with raised eyebrows, his gaze momentarily flicking down to her hand in his.] Yes?

[Lysander freezes as he Dahlia Malkov.'s lips against his. All too soon, she pulls back before he has the chance to react and reciprocate~

~ the kiss.] Dahlia Malkov.

Don't. Don't apologize. That was a pleasant surprise. [He says with a crooked smile, brushing Dahlia Malkov.'s hair away from her face.]

[Conflicts flashes in his eyes as he stares at Dahlia Malkov., eventually giving in and nodding at her.] Of course.

No problem. [Grins adorably at Dahlia Malkov., willingly following her to the bed.]

[Crawls in next to Dahlia Malkov., grabbing her hand in his.]

[Lysander wraps his other arm around Dahlia Malkov.'s frame, hand stroking her hair softly.]

No problem. I'll keep coming back. [He mutters huskily, dropping his cheek against Dahlia Malkov.'s head.]

Yes, really. [He smiles detecting the hope in Dahlia Malkov.'s voice, hugging her even closer to him.]

I don't think there's a lot to say about me, love. I'm quite ordinary. [He mutters, leaning his head against Dahlia Malkov.'s.]

Why wouldn't you? [He teases, leaning down to press his lips against Dahlia Malkov.'s cheek, taking himself by surprise.]

I'm really not, love. [Grins down at Dahlia Malkov., holding her closer.] I promise you.

Am not. [He dismisses Dahlia Malkov.'s words with a kiss to her palm, eyes crinkling as he smiles down at her.]

Surprise, bitch.

Hmm... I'd say it's red. [Taps Dahlia Malkov.'s nose with his index, smiling down at her happy face.]

Dark red. [Nods his head at Dahlia Malkov., smiling tentatively down at her.]