At least while they were kissing, he couldn't make any more terrible jazz puns. He was a better kisser than a punner, but Mary was sure if she told him that he'd just try and prove her wrong.
She was definitely going to have sex with Much, another night of something to fill the yearning space within that was still in the shape of an Aztec warlord, even after a year apart.
Nothing did ever fill that space though, not really. Now that she knew what it was like to be loved so truly, and to allow herself to love someone right back, sex couldn't satisfy her like it did before. Huitzilopochtli had broken down the walls she had built, the carefully constructed shields that would stop her from loving anyone like she had loved Jesus.
But she had loved Huitzilopochtli and it hadn't stopped her from loving Jesus, it hadn't taken away from that.
It had been a bad choice, to love an Aztec god of sacrifice, that much was true. He had needed to eats hearts to survive, and Mary had allowed that death to happen even though she knew it was against everything God would have wanted from her. But she had been strong enough, finally, to ended it with Huitzilopochtli (because it was morally right), and she had broken both of their hearts in the process.
But out the other side, a heart still aching for Huitzilopochtli, Mary still loved Jesus. She knew now that she could allow others into her heart like that and not lose Him.
Not that she knew how or who, but maybe it was enough right now to be making out with a guy who was friendly and fun and have it mean nothing more than that. Her hunger to be wanted was sated by the way that Much kissed her, by the fact that he desired and needed her right now.