She took his hand and was surprised by how firm and warm it was. It certainly wasn't her first time touching a vampire, but it was her first time hold one's hand. She had expected Sebastian to be cold to her touch, rigor-like. Instead she found that his temperature was much closer to her own and the solidness of it was pleasant enough to let her mind wander over what other parts of him would feel like when she touched him. Zoheret's cheeks filled, her body taken in a swirl of pleasure in her own thoughts of him.
As she stood, she did her best not to sway, her wings balancing her as subtly as she could manage. With her feet under her, she released his hand - albeit, a bit reluctantly - and hid her wings from view again, first tucking them into a closed position against her back before shielding them altogether from everyone's view. No need to draw attention to the fact she was leaving with a dashing immortal.
"Lead the way," the dark angel said, eyeing him hungrily, biting the inner edge of her bottom lip.
