“You have until the count of five. So I’d be quick if I were you.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, rolling her shoulders as she cracked her knuckles. It seemed she was getting ready to pounce at him, wound up like a vicious crocadog. It was hard to be as tiny as her and still be menacing, but years of practice really helped.
"One.”
He spent about half a second thinking about what to say - should’ve spent a lot longer, but that wasn’t his strong suit - before just giving up on speech altogether, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a slow kiss.
It didn’t last very long before he pulled back. Four, he figured, deciding to at least add an actual apology.
“I’m sorry, Keira. I really need to start thinking past my nose…”
