Daeshim's lips grow still, and after a moment he draws back just enough to look at Lennon. He studies him while catching his breath, and it still has the same effect on him as it did the first time that he saw him, when they were simply passing each other in the hallway.

Sometimes Daeshim forgets what he is. Most of the time he's just fine with that. But he is what he is: a Fae who will do whatever it takes to get something that he covets.

"Yes."

It's as simple as that. But he maybe says it with a little too much confidence, all things considered.

"After this night, you will belong to no one else."