Azwel's hand had been resting innocently enough on Carden's shoulder, there to provide a bit of support should the other fall. It now moves and he gently touches his thumb to Carden's cheek, feeling how hot it really is.

He draws closer, tilts his head further to the side, and brushes a soft, light kiss against Carden's lips. His own are quite warm--really, all of him just radiates heat, and his beard is oddly soft. And a faint scent tickles at the nose, dark and a little musky, like nighttime and warm, forbidden pleasures.

But most of all, that energy reaches toward Carden. It brushes its feather touches against his soul, gentle and somehow... right.

And very, very scandalous.