[However long Mephisto allows turns out to be a long time. He deepens the kiss, letting the moment grow oddly romantic as he brushes his hand up over Reign's face and down through his hair. This sort of connection was exactly what he regretted leaving behind when he died before -- even if he still doesn't quite understand the depths of it.]

[But he won't let things escalate past this, and at a certain point, his own emotions start getting the better of him -- and he pulls back. But he keeps his hands rested firmly on Reign's shoulders, not wanting to let him go entirely.]

...haa, my... that's quite the welcome back. Did you really think death would be enough to take down someone like me? I'm rather stubborn, you know.

[--is what he says, but that tired look in his eyes says far more about how he feels about the whole ordeal. Even days later, he found it difficult to sleep.]