There's a moment where he's just as tempted and he has a hell of a lot less restraint- the endless dance of sin and vice he's committed over the years can attest to that. However, that's a dick move, even for him. He's upset, he's trapped, and he's hurt in more ways than one, and flirting shamelessly, making innuendo-filled jokes is one thing, but actually turning that into something else is something else and it's just not worth it.
And then he thinks, Okay, so I almost died tonight.
Which doesn't make it seem any less like using someone, but does make him appreciate that he's not nearly as indestructible as he'd like to believe he is. Maybe here he's untouchable, but he'll wind up back there eventually, picking up right where he left off. The next brother he fights, he might not win against.
The next one he fights, he might not want to.
And he sure as hell doesn't want to go into that good night, thinking he could have done something here, because knowing her a week or not, there's a weird, ridiculous understanding here that he doesn't get with other people. And she's attractive and... Well, friendships have been destroyed on things a lot less worthy than temptation. And hell, maybe if he doesn't have a reason to get tossed back here, he won't, and he can go back to his bloody fucking Apocalypse without having to worry about the sudden dissonance. And it's not like friendship has ever meant that much to him anyway.
He shifts, groaning a bit, and then grabs her arm and pulls her right back down on top of him into a kiss, which is more than a little awkward, considering she's somewhat covered in cake, but he's kissed a hell of a lot worse.
He'd say he'd regret it, but he doesn't really regret. Creature of impulse and vice, here. He'll just suffer long the consequences and pretend like he doesn't care. He's damn good at that.
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And then he thinks, Okay, so I almost died tonight.
Which doesn't make it seem any less like using someone, but does make him appreciate that he's not nearly as indestructible as he'd like to believe he is. Maybe here he's untouchable, but he'll wind up back there eventually, picking up right where he left off. The next brother he fights, he might not win against.
The next one he fights, he might not want to.
And he sure as hell doesn't want to go into that good night, thinking he could have done something here, because knowing her a week or not, there's a weird, ridiculous understanding here that he doesn't get with other people. And she's attractive and... Well, friendships have been destroyed on things a lot less worthy than temptation. And hell, maybe if he doesn't have a reason to get tossed back here, he won't, and he can go back to his bloody fucking Apocalypse without having to worry about the sudden dissonance. And it's not like friendship has ever meant that much to him anyway.
He shifts, groaning a bit, and then grabs her arm and pulls her right back down on top of him into a kiss, which is more than a little awkward, considering she's somewhat covered in cake, but he's kissed a hell of a lot worse.
He'd say he'd regret it, but he doesn't really regret. Creature of impulse and vice, here. He'll just suffer long the consequences and pretend like he doesn't care. He's damn good at that.