He kissed her back, long and slow. "Wait for me upstairs," he whispers huskily in her ear. Could he think straight to do the markings right? He leans forward, helping her to her feet with one last kiss. "I need to go some things from my place." He notes how hot he's feeling before he vanishes.<br/><br/>The jar of ink and the brushes are easy enough to find. The thought of Rose painting the ritual marks on his body send shivers of excitement up his frame. He tears through a couple boxs before finding the little full moon shaped charm on the mint green ribbon. He teleports outside her door, almost quivering with desire.