Oh, how sad that none of us have underwater breathing spells...

[ Molly smirks again and then swallows his next quip into the kiss. It feels like his skin is magnetized, seeking Fjord's touch to make his blood sing underneath. There's a pleased sigh from the tiefling, which turns into laughter again at the mention of Fjord's tattoo 'choice'. ]

Should I purr for you, or bite your hand first? Time will tell.