"...Just as I told you, we have met once more," Demian murmured, his blue eyes staring into your soul as a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hand and gently brought it to his lips; pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of it that could only be described as the fleeting feeling of an ethereal butterfly landing on your hand before fluttering away the next moment.

Demian's smile only grew as he let go of your hand and took a step closer to you. "...Missed me?"