As soon as he was close, the crone's hand traced over his chest, tugging a little at a lapel. The same hand slid further up to touch his neck, nails raking softly at his skin. She turned the cheek kiss into something much more. Her body fit rather nicely against his after all.
With a soft sigh, she broke off the kiss. She might have stolen another quick kiss before stepping away, her hand falling to his. She smiled up at him, brow raised.
"Good. I don't want to be the evil stepmother, do I?" She laughed softly, having known some interesting evil stepmothers. Her fingers squeezed his as she turned to start walking toward the party waiting for them. "And, you look almost edible."