[ she's definitely not the only one with colour in her cheeks. Being a vampire with low blood pressure, he cannot get as bright as her--but it's a noticable flush of colour around his normally very pale features. His fingers linger against her face as she reaches up to make him lean down, and he gives a little more: taking a step forward, moving so he can slide an arm around her waist.

Maybe it's a bit forward, but he's not thinking about that right now. His thoughts are on lapis, and the way his heart is beating in his ribcage. How holding her feels right; that he'd be lying to himself if he kept shying away from ...this. ]

Stay with me, then.
Regardless of what happens from this moment furthur.

We'll take care of one another. [ a quiet mumble, as his forehead presses against Lapis'. A small smile on his face. ] I'm usually used to ignoring my heart, you know.