"Aren't you just." He caught one arm around her waist, half supporting her to pull her up for another, more extended kiss. Ivan's marriage was something he had no intention of discussing in detail, not with anyone and certainly not with Ilde. But he had been, perhaps, a bit frustrated before his death.

Or maybe death simple made his frustrations apparent to him in a new way.

Regardless, though it stayed slow, there was an edge of hunger to his kiss that wasn't purely about blood.