Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

How easily he called her his everything when sitting smugly in the backseat was proof just how fickle he could be when it came to his affections.

Though, fortunately Liliana was still ignorant of the difficulties she was about to introduce into her own life, choosing to respond to his words - and that tone, sweet Serra that tone - by perching on that so very conveniently situated hood and pulling him in for one last kiss, this one complete with wrapping her legs around his hips while she gripped the front of his shirt and held him tightly against her.

It was only once she was nearly breathless, her lips reddened from kissing that she let him go, sliding carefully down off the hood and heading towards the driver's seat. "Well then," she said, voice husky now, "let me sate that curiosity of yours as thoroughly as I can, though I warn you, it's going to take a few hours..."

Nothing like starting the drive off with a thick slice of strawberry rhubarb pie. "Also," she added once he took his seat next to her, "you're in charge of music." And from her bag (useless Earth fashions) a very familiar music box and places it in his hands. In case he wanted something his Spotify couldn't play.