A grin splits Lacie's face, and she leans forward, her arms wrapping a little tighter around Kevin's shoulders.

"Is that what you want?" she murmurs, her voice going dusky and dangerous. "Well, that's alright."

She casts a glance over her shoulder at her Kevin, resting her head on the younger Kevin's shoulder. Her gaze is is fairly sparkling with gratitude and conspirational mischief. A pair of chains slither their way out of the shadows, the blades brushing light and tickling against the younger Kevin's skin.

"We like it rough, anyway."