[He's especially shocked that it didn't work, given that he'd had a few encounters with people that were solved with little more than a forehead peck.] No, that was perfectly serviceable. Or- well, it should have been.
[Cain spares a glance at the robot, and shakes his head. This is horrifying on so many levels, the least of which is that he hopes it will STOP at kissing.]
Sorry, Felicia. I promise I won't get improper unless it's to save our lives. [He rests hands on her shoulders, trying not to be grossed out by the not-flesh he feels beneath her robes, and leans down to give her a decidedly better kiss. It's been a very long time since they've been in any position to smooch, and last time she had the top half of her head, so it's more than a little awkward to say the least.]
[...still, he can think of worse people to be kissing right now.]