The shriek gratifies him; fills him with happiness all the way down to his soul. More than that, it encourages him. He's never come without being touched at all before, but he's dribbling inside his pajama pants as he continues desperately, hungrily licking her folds, until suddenly that warm voice pushes him over the edge.

Lalo can't handle it.

His feels a jolt of pleasure that's almost supernatural in its intensity, and it's over way too soon, and he can feel something sticky and warm in his pants.

That's not all. There's a brief but dazzling display -- along the back of the couch, flames light up in a row, running all the way along the back in a line before quickly burning out just as fast. However, the charred track they leave behind in their wake is a testament to the fact that Chloe didn't imagine them.