Kyra didn't move from him, but remained still, looking up at her cousin through dazed eyes. His lips on her forehead struck a chord, releaseing her to think again. He was getting back on balance- he'd never be fun if he got himself in check again.
Kyra held one of Matthrew's hands again and smiled thoughtfully, though her pulse was still racing.
"Ah, I think we've found your armor's rust. You surrender too easily. Here is where you should whisper sweeter platitudes, my lord, and... perhaps..." She went up on her toes to put her mouth on his again.