In all the drama earlier with the fog and the pain, Chloe hadn't registered how warm the fire powers make Lalo, so he can probably feel her muscles jump in surprise under his mouth where it touches her bare skin. It feels nice, though, and she sighs, winding her fingers into his hair.

“There you go, that's good.”

His hands are working at the waist of her jeans now, and she has half a mind to make him beg for it, beg to serve her, as revenge for the stunt earlier. She’ll be nice, though. He's new at this, and he's been so obedient so far.

“Your mouth is so warm. Is that what you want to do for me, use your mouth?”