[ his first thought, intially, had been to simply press a kiss to her forehead or a cheek, but with her hand on his, with her body leaning towards his over the now forgotten remains of a sundae, Hei's thoughts strayed elsewhere.
Down, lower, to her lips, to the way she breathed her question. She was... he didn't stop himself. Some impulse made him act and act he did, leaning up and over the table to brush his lips softly against hers in a dry brush of intimacy before he pulled back. ]
It is.
[ and then he sat down, folding a napkin into his lap and blushing. ] You should finish your sundae. [ he won't steal anymore. It was clearly fraught with danger. ]