[Blame it on the twins for being so accustomed to not sharing it, honestly. But really, that's not something he ever intended to share with Dain -- or at least, not in the context where he might feel guilty for leaving Aether in such a state on his birthday. Rather, he'd simply hope for better conditions the next year, should they both be here.]
[But thankfully, rather than continue to drive that point home, his mind latches on to what Dain says next.]
...you want to make it up to me?
[Aether stops, then. And the hand that was once clinging to Dain's arm instead reaches out to grab a handful of Dain's shirt, jerking him to the side and pushing him up against the alley wall.]
[It's only now that he'll look up, allowing Dain to see the way Aether's eyes are now tinted red, fangs peeking out over his bottom lip as he smiles up at him, briefly licking his lips.]
[This truly is the inherent nature of this place, isn't it? But rather than go for his throat or attempt to hurt him -- with his other hand, he smooths it down Dain's broad chest. Of course, this is all just another direction. His eyes are definitely pinpointed on Dain's neck.]
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[But thankfully, rather than continue to drive that point home, his mind latches on to what Dain says next.]
...you want to make it up to me?
[Aether stops, then. And the hand that was once clinging to Dain's arm instead reaches out to grab a handful of Dain's shirt, jerking him to the side and pushing him up against the alley wall.]
[It's only now that he'll look up, allowing Dain to see the way Aether's eyes are now tinted red, fangs peeking out over his bottom lip as he smiles up at him, briefly licking his lips.]
[This truly is the inherent nature of this place, isn't it? But rather than go for his throat or attempt to hurt him -- with his other hand, he smooths it down Dain's broad chest. Of course, this is all just another direction. His eyes are definitely pinpointed on Dain's neck.]
I can think of a few ways?