"That hurts, Iza-chan." You couldn't really tell, though, considering he's still grinning as cheekily as ever. Go figure.

The pressure on his finger is eased up somewhat when Psyche bounces into view and crams even more into Izaya's mouth without hesitation. The host arches a brow, considering Psyche for a moment... then leans over and plants a quick peck on his lips, more out of praise than anything else.

"I think he's good and ready, Psyche." He draws his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and smears the saliva experimentally between his fingertips. "What do you think?"