That is very romantic.

[ He said with no little amount of praise in his voice. Ignacio was a vampire who held romance in great esteem, and to see Juniper was someone who shared in so many things that he loved he honestly didn't know why he failed to make love to her sooner. Yes, a bite was all well and good, but why had he been so hesitant to bed anyone who wasn't a vampire? He felt as though he had so much time to make up for.

Still, he was not going to plow forward with impatience. This was an evening meant to enjoy each other, and to begin that process he reached over to take one of the pots of paint. He chose a soft pink, one that was very similar to the color of her hair, and opened it so she could smell the contents. It was sweet, bordering on floral, like the scent of an amaryllis. ]

It is edible, for one who does not solely consume blood. A fruit-based oil, one that you can wash away with hot water and soap, but not so easily without it. It should last once it dries but can be licked away while wet.

May I? Or do you wish to begin on me first?