I am not in much control of what my heart does, love. Perhaps if I did, I would make wiser decisions.

[ Rude. And here he is, doing his best warm and soft Netzach impression to scam Kaveh into falling asleep with him. Here: if Midnight feels like he wants another kiss, and steals that kiss, is that enough to distract Kaveh for another moment? Midnight's not the tactical sort, this is pure desire. ]

Scold me? Have I done something specific? Tell me what it is anyway, before I do something terrible out of sheer curiosity.

[ ... Mischief. The crackle in his voice goes low and sweet. ]