Her mother? Julius started to ask, but then Gen was kissing him and-- well, of course he was going to kiss her back! He took her cue easily enough, his hands finding her waist to tug her closer as they kissed- breathless once she pulled away.
Except then her explanations came out, rambling or otherwise, and it felt like all the color drained from Julius' face. Poison. She had been poisoning him.
Julius stepped back, sitting down on a bench, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to process what Genevieve was saying. "I think I'm going to be sick," he admitted, finally. He certainly felt it, at least- his stomach had tied itself in knots and his mouth was dry.