Her lips part as a Justine inhales a sharp breath. Tendrils of heat seep from the tips of its fingers at her hip, coiling in her abdomen as if ready to strike through her. It's a pleasant shiver and undoubtedly magnified by the spiced drink in her hand.

"Is that so?" Her lips tug into a warm smile. "Lucky us." Her voice lowers and she leans forward slightly, inviting him to come closer.

"Should we exchange names or leave it to the unknown?"