Namur nipped at her ear with the ridge of his mouth, careful not to let his teeth snag her skin, then leaned his head back and tugged at a strand of her hair. Shit, he just wanted her to kiss him. It didn't even matter that they were in the middle of Nosytown and people in masks that looked like deep sea fish were starting to pass with more and more frequency, even stop and stare at them with big, bulbous glass eyes.

"Anyone ever told y' yer seriously hot?"

And he knocked himself out of it a little, just enough to blush profusely and set her back down on the ground.

"Shit, sweetheart, I dunno what's goin' on here, but the sharks is circlin' like they're gonna see some action. Y' okay with that or are y' more shy?"