and a barbed tongue swipes forward and across the vampire's lips and teeth.* ...hm. You are not wearing the lip gloss I gave you?
-whatever sense of unease the continued surrealism of the situation had brought to his expression is gone at once, replaced with disgust at the sudden unwanted interaction. he shakes his head more in repulsed defiance than response, shifting beneath those claws despite the resulting spike in pain.
he keeps his head turned away, inhuman eyes focused downward, and his tone flat-
I do hope you're not expecting me to dignify that with a proper response.