She likes everything that grin promises, and the bad joke she was contemplating dies in her throat for it. Instead she lets herself be moved, anticipating - and the sound that comes from teeth in her flesh is wordless, mixed pleasure and pain. It still hurts, of course it does, but it feels good all the same, firing along the same lines as if 44 had decided to tease her more directly.

A hurt that grabs her and makes her sink into her skin, really, keeping her pinned to here and now. That's definitely going to leave a mark for later.