She smiles into the quick kiss, the ghost of pink paint left behind on her lips. He's warm in contrast with the air. Right now everything feels unpressured, just fun and like it makes sense.

"You asked, buddy -" she's cut off by the actual groping going on down the way and hides a laugh, grabbing his hand.

She feels vaguely like she should feel creeped out by them winding into a deserted alley behind a warehouse. But she's not. Mostly, she's fascinated.

She takes out her paint as Davin pulls off his shirt. "Any requests?" she asks lightly, dropping a long curve from the base of his neck and curling it into a slow spiral.