Sometimes, the truly impossible thing was actually knowing which clever retort to volley back at Liliana, but, well, the nice thing was that he could just continue kissing her while making such an important decision, leaning in that much more to allow him to duck his head and find her jawline with his lips, and then her neck, his hand falling away from her face to brush her shoulder and determine what, if any, details of her current attire that day would have to be taken care of, if any, to clear it.

"And lightning," he pointed out, punctuating it with a kiss on her neck, "and ice." This one with a bite of his own on that shoulder his hand had been drifting over, and then back, again, to her and her lips. "Can you blame me? When you make the game too enticing to resist?"