"Some do, oui," she said and then darted forward to kiss him lightly on both of his cheeks. "Some of us do that." Then she fled out the door, turning to smile at him over her shoulder as she climbed into the van, working very hard on not trying to catch another look at him as she started the van.
That had been forward and presumptuous and entirely more spontaneous than she had ever been before, but Persephone found that she did not regret giving in to the urge.