"The more I see others suffer at it's hands, the less of a shock it will be if it comes," he replied with a huff of passing laughter as his lips drifted over Cassidy's chest, making their way towards his nipple and enjoying the feel of the soft hair against him. Why yes, Matt did leave those two faint scratches where they were and unhealed; it wasn't like there was a time limit on that magic and he quite liked the faint bloom of color that it left in its wake.

A spot, however temporary, to prove to even himself in the soft haze of high that he was there.

"But I expect to find at least a few souls that are willing to play," he finished, looking up at Cassidy as flat teeth gently bit at his nipple. If they were going to engage in slow play, by the stars, he'd play.