Again, Anthony didn't believe Sorin, but he was going to let it go. He turned back around, facing away from the Slytherin, unsure of how to carry on the conversation from there. He didn't want to say something to bring on that look again. He was about to question it, "Did I.." And stopped short when he saw a flash a movement from the corner of his eye.
He turned just in time for his cheek to come into contact with Sorin's palm. And then Sorin was kissing him. Sweet, soft, almost unsure. Anthony's eyes drifted closed. He hadn't been expecting it, though it wasn't bad by any means. Anthony stayed still, his hands not moving to react. Though, when he did finally pull away, which felt like a lifetime later (a very nice life it was) but was, in reality, only just mere seconds, he didn't move very far away. Seperating only enough to leave a few inches seperating them.