Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get the guy?

Target acquired!

Anselm's toes yanked him forward half a second later, prompting Gideon to let go. They sailed out of his mouth with a wet pop as they cleared his lips. There was a little pain in his jaw where it had been wrenched by the sudden motion and his own grip, but he was too busy giggling — cackling might be more apt a word — at both the reaction and the funny sounding word Anselm had yelled to notice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! he crowed, heedless of Anselm's attempts to correct his decorum. It was too late; his two-tailed child shared little of Anselm's grumpy personality, but if Anselm had only known his own mother when she was young, then he would know the impish joy in Gideon's eyes was unmistakably from his side of the family.

Why, he was practically dancing on the spot, so great was his feeling of having triumphed. Soon he stopped and fixed Anselm with an innocent smile that was betrayed only by the devilish tilt of his brows. Gotchu!