But the good thing about Dom was, even though he was a smoker he still managed to smell good. Maybe it was the excessive amount of soap he used at night to clean his body, or the fact that he liked mint in his cigarettes. It was relaxing, and it made him smell better in a strange way. He held a hand up to his mouth and shook it vigorously. "No lady as fine as you should ever reek of smoke my dear," he brushed a stray hair from her face and smiled, "Smoking is the habit of a bad man." He shook his head in disdain and smiled at her a little darkly. Of course Dom wasn't really a bad guy, he just had his quirks that made him a little hard to deal with. And it also made him a lot Slytherin.
"You mock my injured heart," he crooned, frowning. He really was a good actor, and should have been in the play. But that just took so much... effort. He looked down at her for a moment, before sighing. He noticed her eyebrow raise at his hidden suggestion, and it sparked him to move forward. He wasn't sure if he read her signals right, but even if this ended in a face slap, it would be so worth it. He leaned his head down and let his breath tickle across her lips, before pressing them to hers lightly.