never a distraction.. ( teeth graze against skin experimentally, the faint traces of a smirk curling the edges of his brims. ) more so a good luck charm for this san lang.
( not only does he not mind . . he rather enjoys it. the beast that lies just beneath the surface. his skin tingles beneath the touch; like a live wire. )
( has yet to rescind fangs, to retract the sharpened claws that press into the latterโs spine; but both knew he didnโt mind it much. so ivory peeks from between bruised brims as he smiles against the touch. )