Jaetta stood then. Her gaze still locked onto his. She couldn't help herself. She was unaccustomed to people who'd seen her rip a man apart being so forward, fearless. She was unaccustomed the the genuine tone he took with her. With the sensitive way he handled her. Once standing the water falling off her she stepped out of the tub towards him. Pushing him with her palms carefully to make a space for herself to stand.<br/><br/>Her gaze changed then as she seemed to have made a decision. She lifted one of his hands and broke her eyes away from his to look at it. She gently selected his pointer finger and lifted one of her chains. She brought the tip of it to his finger and pricked the fullness of the tip. Dropping the chain she quickly (knowing his healing) brought it to her lips and ran it along her mouth. Like putting on his blood as lipstick. She did this and then suckled a moment before letting his hand fall to her chest, what he did with it then was not of her mind.<br/><br/>Leaning forward quite suddenly she placed a bloody kiss on his chest. Directly over his heart. She was so close now. She snaked her arms inside the open shirt and pressed to him as she left the kiss. There was something almost ritualistic in her actions. Something ceremonial. Yet she didn't appear to be waiting for him to make a wrong or right move.