Alric expected to feel differently. But the only thing that had changed was the color of the Pride mark on his cheek. Irrefutably, he was now her partner. The angel ran across the tattoo with his fingers. It was still slightly warm to the touch. As he continued to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed Fiera approaching him from behind. She was wearing something similar to earlier and in the middle of buttoning her blouse.
"Regrets?" She softly asked.
"Probably, somewhere deep down inside," Alric said with a smile. Fiera leaned in to kiss him on the other cheek.
"I'm curious as to what effects we're going to see on you," she said, tilting her head slightly.
"As long as I don't grow horns like you," he retorted. The succubus laughed.
"Anyway, I did find some male clothes for you to wear. I left them on the bed." She brushed her dampened hair.
"Do I thank your exes or your father for them?"
