Malleus is stuck wanting to pull away, and unable to make himself do so. He has never rejected Lilia before, but he's also never been in a position to need to; right now, he needs to. Instead, Malleus is left watching as Lilia takes care of the bite he himself had inflicted, no indication that he feels bad about it in the slightest.

What the hell was that kiss????

"You had intended to bite harder?" Malleus finally speaks, his voice tight and incredulous.

The process of healing magic feels warm, something that would be simple for Malleus to do himself, but he has always been more than okay with Lilia doing it for him. Sort of like someone else bandaging a wound; it seems to feel better that way. And then the warmth of a hand tucking hair behind his ear.

Now he can leave, yes?

"I would say thank you, but you caused this yourself. I really ought to be more angry." Now, if you'll excuse him... "I'll let you get back to your... game."

And he waits expectantly for Lilia to take the hint and get off his lap, and for them to never discuss any of this again.