“I wanted to give you something!” Bill’s voice took on a cheeky edge. Dipper’s eyes narrowed. His traitorous heart sped up.
“It better not be something bloody–”
“NOT UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BE.”
Dipper blinked in confusion, and then he had a lapful of demon. He barely had time to process what was happening when a hand was tangled in the hair on the nape of his neck and lips were on his own and he was being kissed deeply.