Delirium blinked at the question, eyes shifting colors in her confusion; she was never a romantic being. She knew Bast was, however, and she wasn't against trying new things.
So with a small giggle, she floated forward, pulling herself into something closer resembling a womanly figure. Once she had hands, one reached out to brush through Bast's hair, as she leaned in and gave her a chaste peck on the lips, smiling into it. She wasn't being trite, or trying to belittle what Bast wanted. She simply didn't understand, in the strictest sense of the word.