[ At the touch of Sylvain's fingers at his jaw, Reign's gaze flits back up to the redhead, before returning to where he'd been staring moments before at the question. He swallows heavily before a sheepish look comes over his face. ]

I would be lying if I say I'm not drawn to this... [ He lifts a hand up, one finger tracing along a vein on Sylvain's neck and feeling the strong pulse right beneath the skin. Then he glances up, watching the other's expression closely. ] There are other places too. Such as the wrist, inner arm, or somewhere more— [ Intimate. ] —discreet.