Neither expected reaction happened. He supposes shock is better than being shoved away or rejected in some way, right? Compared to the harsh reaction he could have gotten from Malleus, the stillness was something that he could deal with. Something he could accept.

Without an answer, Lilia is left wondering if he should even push this further. His hand is tangled against the fabric of Malleus' shirt, his lips pressed carefully against his, attempting to lead Malleus in his first kiss. As it isn't returned, and as he isn't shoved away, Lilia slowly pulls back, leaning his back up against the desk behind him.

He's still very much pressed up against Malleus, still straddling him and still very much feeling the obvious arousal against himself, against his own half-aroused state. Hopefully Malleus wouldn't notice-- it's only in response to his, after all. That's what Lilia tells himself.

Taking in a sharp breath, Lilia glances back to Malleus' arm, trying to catch a glimpse of that bite.

"... I didn't bite you too hard, did I...?" It's his turn to try and distract, to try and redirect them.