Grey turns to look at the mage when the lightning strikes somewhere rather near, illuminating even their little cave with white light. That moan makes the hair at the back of his neck stand up, goosebumps flaring over his skin.

"I can feel you," he starts, voice gone so low it's barely a purr, rumbling even lower than the thunder. "Do you want me to beg?"

He stares at Midnight, pupils gone wild and wide.