Bast took it all as an acceptance that she wasn't going to be going very far at the moment to just hold her a little closer. There was a moment where their noses bumped a little, but there was only a half of a laugh against her lips before he was just kissing her again. Moving too much might just knock farther back onto the sofa. This was only meant to be simple first kisses without tossing her back on the sofa where her lips would probably feel swollen for a while. Just mostly-innocent first kisses that also weren't going anywhere close to passing first base. He liked not striking out on his first time to bat. Or he thought that's how baseball metaphors worked considering he was still more of a soccer player and going for a goal was out of the question. As was tossing the ball around to his teammates... Baseball worked better.
He was still holding her close when he pulled away a little though, opening his eyes. Bast was keeping his first thoughts to himself that she was slightly salty from the popcorn. At least it wasn't strawberry oil laced lip balm. That could have made things quickly awkward to need a stab over kissing. "So are we thinking "P.S. I Love You" or "Robin Hood", my bold Norman beauty?"