Zeke
The dark one blinked in surprise at her reaction. He just stared at her with deadpan eyes while she just poked him. Her fingers could feel just how firm and supple his bountiful body had become, and almost bounced back.
But he was darkness. The more she touched him, the more she was drawn. And the more he'd draw her the tighter his grasp would get.
A wild grin then flashed on his face.
"Jeez, aren't you a fucked up pervert. Running your hands all over me like I'm some shameless wench...You're pretty lucky I like you, I've eaten faces for doing less than poking." Blood evaporated into steam while he absorbed it, but his body was still wet and reddened. He put his hand on his head and posed sexily, but really he was rubbing his hair, letting the natural dye seep in.
"But man, i'm just starving. I don't think all of these schmucks are going to be enough. But I guess this settles it, if a wife puts her hands on a husband, the guy's obligated to take her out on a date. It's just how we roll here, if you got any complaints about it I'll disobey every single one of them."
He looked at her with the same carefree attitude as ever. But there was genuine affection there, or at least a hint of respect.
"Want to get some Chick-Fil-A? Or are you more of an In&Out gal? We can discuss our next plans over a milkshake, have some karaoke... oh, or are you more into chinese?"