"Oh no?" Quite without warning, he placed a hand behind her head and another behind her back and kissed her like a sailor coming home from World War II. Like most things Gar did, it was very theatrical and on the spur of the moment and probably ill-advised.
A few moments after his point had been made, he realized he should probably stop kissing her now. And then another few moments passed, and he stood up again, patiently awaiting a slap across the face. "Well, give me a few months, I'll figure out how best to smooch you."