[He cracks his eyes and sees confetti drifting around them; he hadn't noticed. But more of a surprise is her pale skin and blonde hair -- in his head, he'd seen himself kissing her blue form.]
[Which is why he can't give in to the impulse (instinctive, demanding impulse) to kiss her again. He might never want to stop.]
[Zelgadis rests his forehead gently against hers, tries to breathe. He'd glad for the delay in having to explain... that.]