[She says this half-sarcastically, though one never knew what magic-resistant properties the precious metals of this world could've contained. Unfortunately, there was no time to contemplate the possibilities before they were finally caught in the grasp of a very persistent little pervert kissing robot. One whose cries of "Kiss! Kiss!" almost sounded--if it were even possible--both annoyed and slightly out of breath.]
[There was less than a foot of space between them now, the barrier pressing more persistently than usual. Possibly because they'd dared attempt to escape.]