She put her thumb over the bead of blood, pressing, and made a noise of disgust. “I /hate/ needles.” She held out her arm to Vex. “Kiss it better?”The Mesmer smiled sympathetically, completely understanding her issues with needles. He’d personally always hated them as well. Reaching out, he gently took her arm in his hand again, pressing a kiss to where the needle had been. “Poor baby,” he purred quietly.
“I am. I don’t know what I would do without you to rescue me,” Summer teased. “Helpless and fragile and oh so very … ” She paused, looking down at their linked arms. “So very much in love with you.” She shook her head, like chasing away a thought. “So. You need amusing?”