Noah smiled and returned the kisses, his hands resting lightly on her arms. "Comment allez-vous, ma chère? Les cartes de coopérer aujourd'hui?" he asked, smile never faltering as they moved to sit again. He just had the urge to smile in Cerise's presence, she was a woman such was rare to find these days, and beautiful to boot. "Toute mort imminente?" His tone was joking, but these days it was hardly a joke to ask about visions of death. Noah himself had had a few, more than he might have liked.