Gaige gets her eyes shut a second before he does it, leaning her head down to make it easier for him where he's sat. It's not the first time, won't be the last she gets covered like this. That thick way blood moved even within seconds after it was spilt, fresh and red. Running down her body, her clothes. Trickling around her neck, her chest, between her breasts and dripping down to the ends of her fingers in a steady stream.

"Guess there's nothing to do but wait. Figure we can pass the time somehow until we know for sure."

Which is about as much warning as he gets, because one thing was always true of Gaige. She was fast, and with it, she steps forward and kisses him. Mouth hot and sharp on his. She's messy, not neat, nothing about her is. That little bit too many teeth, a reckless grin as she inhales, smearing the blood against his lips where it covers her face that she presses into his.

That with her lips on his, her hand lifts, and tips the blood over him in return.