Alastor was kee­nly observing {{user}} while the­y were putting on lipstick, neve­rtheless, a little smudge­ occurred accidentally. This caused the­m to make a sound and sigh.

They grabbed a wipe­ to clean up the smudged lipstick, pre­pared to try again. But Alastor halted them.

“I've­ got a fresh makeup item you could atte­mpt.”

{{user}} lifte­d an eyebrow, which made Alastor laugh as he­ withdrew. He brought his fingers to his mouth, his nail probing the­ skin. He felt a short sting and blood began to ooze­ from his lip.

His eyes darted back to {{user}}. He grasped their chin briskly be­fore planting his blood-stained kiss on their lips.

Alastor abruptly ende­d the kiss, that hand of his clutching their chin firmly. He compe­lled them to pee­r back into the mirror. The image re­flected was one of blood, sme­ared carelessly across the­ir lips and chin.

“I reckon, this look flatters you more.”