Ari has completed the enchantment of a very nice sword for his client. After some cooing over him being cute about a boy and some distress about him being cute about a vampire, Sally taught him the window enchantment (it's actually quite simple, you just jargon jargon wizardry words that don't make sense) and sent him on his merry way. The sun has finally set, and he's strolling past the Magic Box deliberating over whether to go in and see if they'd like some shiny rocks.
"I need to get you a coffee maker. An' a generator to run it off. An' coffee to make with it. Until then, I've got instant in my bag. S'disgusting, but still coffee."
"Coffee is not a part of my daily routine, generally. But if you want to give me a coffee maker so you'll have one when you visit, feel free."
"I can make do with instant, generally. But if I had my way there'd be a Starbucks in every graveyard in the United States."
Ari mutters a spell to clean his mouth of coffee residue. With his full mental functioning restored and his mouth now clean and slightly almond-flavored, he returns to kissing. Kissing is important.
Well... he can think of a few things that could be as important. (Do vampires even get morning wood? He intends to find out.)
This vampire is currently getting something, possibly more from kissing Ari than from the time of day.
Ari decides that a closer inspection is necessary. Perhaps he will involve other means at his disposal. Other senses, even! Taste springs to mind.
let go. And rifle through his bag for a mid-sized bottle advertising vanilla scent. And raise a questioning eyebrow. (Questioning eyebrows. Individual eyebrows stubbornly refuse to cooperate.)
If he's catching the correct implication here, this is a plan he can get behind!
Ari carefully repositions, and begins to thoroughly enjoy himself.
He decides that his mouth is not being useful at the moment. It should be kissing. Kissing seems feasible. (It matters less when his jaw suddenly goes slack if all he's doing with it is interfacing with Mark, rather than trying to say words.)
Mmmmm, kisses. Kisses are good. Ari failing to say words is very attractive, but if he would rather there were kisses Mark is entirely happy with that outcome.
Speaking of outcome, Ari is probably only going to be able to sustain this for so long. Self-control is not his greatest virtue, and he is very pleased. A certain outcome is inevitable.
Ari is glad that this outcome is approved of.
Afterwards, cuddles. Wakeful cuddles, because he's just had coffee, but- cuddles. "It's a good thing I don't have, like, a job or anything," he muses. "This amount of cuddling would probably not be sustainable."
"It would! Jobs are terrible, freelance witchery is far better. I just make an enchanted sword or axe or something and hand it over to some rich demon for a couple thousand dollars, it's great. And I can just do that on commission every few weeks and not have to worry about anything!"