The heat of Seishirou's tongue lingered on the fingertip. Kikyo traced the edge of Seishirou's lip with a dark smile as the man's touch was moving down his arm. For a pair that said much of nothing, there was quite an unspoken something going on.

Kikyo had come here to be entertained, and he knew now more than ever that he would not be disappointed.

"Not I, though most virtues I have little of," he purred. He leaned in further, his hot breath practically grazing Seishirou's cheek in the dark. "And you..? Are you a virtuous man, Seishirou-san?"