Re: You're like, really pretty.
"Yes." Was he asking her out? Honestly, Conlan hadn't gotten that far. Anything passed 'professing his undying love' hadn't occurred to Sentient. Though, he supposed he needed to start somewhere. "Yes."
Conlan nonchalantly, yet still eagerly, took Qiana's hand and crossed the threshold into the kitchen, while his cheeks threatened to revolt under the sheer pressure from a smile Sentient had placed on them. "I ran here," he answered the lovely woman with the now lovely pink hair, without hesitation.
Being this close to Tress, with his true intentions known, felt fabulous though Conlan yearned for more. Sentient's hand left hers to grab a hold of the mixed woman's hip, and his other gently cupped her chin. Without a word, Conlan stepped toward Tress and placed one small, but strong, kiss on her lovable lips. His eyes had closed so the Irishman could better savor the sensation of everything that was Tress. Conlan pulled back, opened his eyes, and prayed he'd not overstepped his bounds. "Did you want to go out, tonight? I'd like to take you somewhere nice."