She squealed a little when he grabbed onto her a lot more firmly than last time. Though she had to admit, watching him with the batter dripping off his face was hilarious and perhaps worth being held captive for. But then her laugh stopped as he lowered his head, shaking the batter out his hair and firmly onto her.
"Robin!" she cried out, pushing against him to try and escape it. Though once she stopped it seemed it was a good idea because a lot of the batter had left his hair.
Shaking her head, she grabbed the towel again to wipe more off her face so it was as clear as it could be without water before doing the same to Robin. Dumping the towel on the floor, she ran the hand that hadn't touched the batter through his slightly sicky hair before pulling his lips down to hers. She could taste the sweetness of the batter on his lips before tasting what was really just him. But it wasn't just for the purpose of giving into that temptation to kiss him. Because whilst he was distracted, she reached back for whatever she could grab first, feeling the unmistakable feeling of flour in her hands.
Now to get a plan in action. Running her free hand down his chest, trying to further his distraction by teasing him, she loosened his belt. So far he seemed to be falling for it. Deepening the kiss to keep up the pretense, she slipped the hand not holding the flour under the fabric before grinning into the kiss as she dumped the flour down his trousers.