[ the spray of confetti and the absence of the barrier's insistent pressure on his back are welcome things, but he does take a few extra seconds to break the kiss and step back. it's all part of the image he chooses to present to her; he knows that she must suspect this or that, but she doesn't speak of it, and it is convenient to show her a certain degree of amicability. she has nearly earned it, as well, for giving him no real reason to dislike her.
when it's done, he touches finger to forelock in a mocking salute and dips forward in a bit of a bow. ] My lady.