He was, he realized. He was in a mood. He didn’t know why, and it probably had to do with this hellish place, but it wasn’t so bad, he thought. Not nearly as bad as the other things that had happened around here, at least.

And perhaps this was what he needed, this push. He enjoyed kissing Mollymauk, but there could be more, so much more. And there would be if this feeling had anything to say about it.

Essek could have changed his gravity if he wanted to stay put, but the tiefling pushing him against the wall by his hips was pleasurable enough that he didn’t stop him. His lips were parted with shaking breath as Mollymauk’s sharp teeth nibbled at them, and the purple mage fingers clutched at the man’s shirt. Captured hips rolled seductively against the bloodhunter.

“Hm, then I suppose we need to be quick.”