If John didn't know any better, he would've guessed that the elf's smile had some kind of magic to it. The healer breathed out a sigh and relaxed. He'd been about to kick Gil out of his room and now that Gil had talked him down, he felt a bit silly. John had just told Gil what he'd never told even his own brother before. He had to put at least a little trust in the elf. It still kicked against John's better judgement, but he let the feeling pass.
"Okay." Recovered now, John looked at Gilderoi again. A wry smile tugged at his lips. "I kiss pretty well? What are you, some kind of expert then?"