Luckily for him... or perhaps not if you are in Devon's perspective, she had no means of causing damage that would require him to regenerate. He just kinda stood there awkwardly and let her do whatever.  It would seem that he would be rewarded for his patience as she moved his arm aside and planted one right on the lips.  He was taken aback by her brash decision to do this, but wasn't going to complain either. When she broke contact with him he was empty again.  He smirked at her as she just fixated on his eyes.  Hers, to be honest, were nothing lacking either.  Something about them made him feel comfortable, even though she clearly hated him at the moment.<br/><br/>She would regret this in due time.  That being her calculated move was hardly a shot to either his consciousness or his ego.  He also felt a distinct pain and warmth from her contact that didn't cause anything to fall. It got him encouraged to go for more. He fully embraced the small woman and finished the kiss properly.  Dropping his switch blade at his side he held this kiss for as long as he could.  Surely one of them would put a stop to it, but he would enjoy the contact never the less.<br/><br/>He probably was not anything close to what this girl could possibly want, but right now was for right now. His breathing though the connection was that of relief and if she could just read what he was thinking inside of the complete train wreck that was on the outside, she would pick up on only gratitude. Don't get me wrong.  Devon had his fair share of just sexual encounters, but none of them meant anything.  It had a distinct purpose in mind and that was it.  With Laine's actions it gave dawn into Devon's mind the inkling of real possibilities.