[He slides a hand up, coming to rest against Rohan's cheek to cup his face, but the thumb slides gingerly over to stroke at the corner of his mouth where he knows those devastating fangs are hidden.
The room goes a little hotter. His face looks a little pinker, too, beneath the skin.]
Those fangs of yours would liquefy me, wouldn't they?
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[He slides a hand up, coming to rest against Rohan's cheek to cup his face, but the thumb slides gingerly over to stroke at the corner of his mouth where he knows those devastating fangs are hidden.
The room goes a little hotter. His face looks a little pinker, too, beneath the skin.]
Those fangs of yours would liquefy me, wouldn't they?