If Isaiah thinks he's the first person to ever bite Lenz, he's very much mistaken. Still, that moment of sharp pain does catch him by surprise and prompts a nearly imperceptible wince that, much to his irritation, he knows Isaiah's powers will instantly catch. As the other man draws back, he gingerly touches a fingertip to his lip, both out of instinct and to confirm there's no blood there. There's no break in the skin, though a faint ache lingers. Little fucker.

"...Called it, actually," he retorts flatly, but doesn't draw back. He doesn't even remove his other hand from the back of Isaiah's neck. Instead, he looks at him, seemingly waiting for or assessing or considering something. And he's no longer so easy to read.