Liam very much would like a second kiss. Maybe a third. And a fourth and then maybe more, but Liam was trying not to be as greedy as he felt when it came to wanting the priest. That kiss had been a match to dry tinder ready to become a conflagration, and it had done exactly that.

He looked over to Riley at the question. "I mean human. Not a demon. I mean, they're generally human-shaped most of the time. But it's different. They're empty, and there's no warmth there." At least the demons he had known. One shoulder lifted in a faint shrug. Somewhere deep down in himself he realized that what he was saying was not even remotely normal, but it was all he'd known. Normal was relative.

Another moment where he couldn't quite stop himself from reaching up to brush his fingers along his lips, the sensation of that warmth already fading back to memory, where he expected he'd treasure it.