Wonderful, he thought but did not say aloud as he was trying to be sneaky. Wine was a very good thing. He moved slowly and carefully, creeping along like he was pure ninja. Mirza waited just around the corner, watching her prepare. When it looked like she wouldn't be using knives for anything soon, he continued to sneak along into the kitchen - his steps were very silent, practiced to be that way. So it wasn't until he put his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck that he said anything, "No, I don't mind. Whatever you feel like."
The moment his arms had slipped around her, Kami had squeaked - an embarrassingly adorable noise of pure shock. When his affection focused on her neck, she checked her urge to spin and giggled. Turning her head a bit, she tried to catch a glimpse of the self-proclaimed cuddle-whore. "Peppers, then." She smiled. "Did you get lonely in there or something?" she teased.