"But-" PCP's thin lips curved down in a frown. She blinked several times, eyebrows furrowing. Her other hand curled around Marijuana's shoulder and she pressed herself up against him, not in a sexual manner, but so that she could look directly into his eyes. After a few seconds, she detached and backed away, just the tips of her fingers touching his shoulders, tingling with the connection of their respective substances. "Oh, you mean it." She said sadly. "Why would you do that?"