[Kimblee's breath catches a bit at the feeling of Isaac's arm around his body; the reaction isn't caused through surprise or displeasure, but rather through something best described as anticipation. The hand at Isaac's chest moves again, wrapping easily around the back of Isaac's neck, and he allows himself to be drawn closer, pressing his body firmly up against Isaac's in a manner that's almost aggressively forward.
The look in his eyes is equally aggressive. Alive.]
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The look in his eyes is equally aggressive. Alive.]
After all this talk? You had better not.