Tristan felt himself smiling, but his brain seemed to be taking its sweet time in catching up - he opened his mouth to say something, realized (thankfully) that he was never going to think of a response to that that didn't sound utterly idiotic, and just gave a quiet laugh, instead. He cast his eyes down for a moment before looking back up at her with something just slightly more brazen in his expression. He raised his hand to her jaw, touching his thumb to her cheekbone and leaning in to press his lips to hers - gentle, tilting his face a little to very carefully coax her mouth open. It wasn't often he was able to stop thinking in time, and he was overcome with relief now - among other things - that he'd managed not to ruin this. It had been quite a while since he'd wanted to kiss anyone.