"The mask comes off when I feed. I don't plan on feeding tonight, so the mask stays on. Unless you want that. Everything else however," D'Artigo's eyes flickered with a dangerous glare. "Is fair game."
"I can handle the biting. But when you combine the biting with the ecstasy of sex, then not all of my lovers can handle it. I would say that until we know how this goes, the mask stays on. What do you say?"
D'Artigo had almost forgotten, but as Ciridia's fingers began touching his skin, he remembered his scars. He didn't want her to see them. Focusing inward, and taking deep breaths, he felt his illusion magic coursing through him. Quickly, his skin was being covered with magic, as his scars disappeared from sight. His breathing shallow and strained now, he looked down at Ciridia, silver flecks now obvious in his golden eyes, from having to have worked magic that fast.