She would not be the first serpent he had given a name to. Perhaps later, when they were more interested in conversation.

For now, he was more than happy to take her invitation to deepen the kiss, tongue playing over fangs before going for a more thorough taste. He had no fear of poisons or venom, the body of a heavenly demon more than able to overcome such. Just like with the flowers.

The feel of her arousal through his clothes brought a low growl to his throat. The strange trousers he'd been given were already uncomfortable as he hardened, and he was seriously contemplating ripping them instead of trying to figure out the strange closures.