No, it's absolutely forbidden. Way too fairytale, letting me have your first kiss and all. Quick, kiss Jericho, he's a love-em-and-leave-em kind of bird, that heartbreaker.

[Her tone couldn't be drier, her deadpan more obvious. She works her hands up between them, pulling her elbows in close, and lightly runs her palms up his chest, heading for his shoulders.

The next time she speaks, her voice is a lot softer.]

Do you want to kiss me, even knowing what I look like under all this magic?

[For a second, it's almost like she's going to leave it at that, but then she finds another handful of words and goes on.]

Because I want to kiss you. Even knowing you haven't, ever.