Eric looked at Emma Jane with a 'seriously?!' expression. "I couldn't kiss you, much to my sadness, how can I go get piles of books?" He shrugged, and sighed. "Quite useless, after death." Then, his smile broadened, and he pulled a hand to his forehead dramatically. "Oh! No! Seeing you tomorrow! Again!" Visibly joking, obviously, because he'd love to see her every day if it came to that.