Nicodemus kept smirking when she came up to him and kissed him. Oh, this was too perfect. This was almost too easy. He slid his arm around her back, pulling her close to him. He looked down at her, leaning down to kiss her himself. This time she wouldn't pull away, this time she wouldn't say anything of rejection. This time, she wanted him and he knew it.
He kissed her hard, bringing her body closer to his during the kiss without saying a word of reply. This was an answer of sorts. This told her what he wanted, what he was up to in a way. Oh, he wanted to see her ask for him, to want him. It would be poetic justice for before.