He grinned, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and responded much better to the kiss this time around - actually returning it, for one. It was maybe a bit more enthusiastic than entirely necessary, as evidenced by the fingers tangled in the fabric of Tim's shirt and the undertones of almost-desperation in it, but no-one could really blame him considering he had a niggling feeling that It was still there. And watching. And waiting. And plotting.
He pulled back again suddenly, still grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, eyes still fever-bright but at least less worried now that he had something else to focus his attention on. "Good. 'Cause I think you should know that I ain't that kinda girl."