[ Reign chuckled, a little breathless as he nuzzled against Mephisto's hand, a sheepish smile on his lips. His own gloved hands moved to slide around the other's neck, fingers idly toying with the dark locks. ]

Ahaha, looks like I got carried away—[ A lot. ]—a bit.

[ And ooooooh~ That was a good look on the man. It pleased Reign to know that getting bitten and drunk off had affected Mephisto as well. The name was quite a surprise to Reign, though, and it showed on his face. ]

I'm Reign. Reign Fear. Truth be told, I'm not sure how to feel about meeting a demon. Are you the same one in that Faust folklore, or merely share his name, Mr. Mephistopheles?