Emerald hues would flicker, falling upon the figure of the Tres, judging her for a moment or two on the simple basis of ‘why’? Such an odd request. Not just because of the audacity of such a wayward proposal, but also the idea that he would fulfill her request simply because of a holiday.
However, such an opportunity could not be wasted. A chance to show off a sense of humor he had only read about and seen through the actions of his fellow Blade’s Men.
"An odd tradition is it not, Harribel? A kiss for the passing of a year?"
Moving forward, twin tails of colorless silk floated through the air behind him, each step taken in stride and silence. Appearing to simply glide forward without sound, nor hesitation, closing the small gap between him and her within only a few seconds.
"I would think yourself higher than to ask. If you truly wanted something, you would take it, would you not?" Standing just two and a half inches below her, he allowed for his all seeing optics to stare into her features.
A hand would raise, never pausing or failing in it’s climb to the goal he had set upon it. The popped collar of her chosen attire, a single digit would curl around the edge, a trimmed nail clawing at her bone mask as he pulled the clothed protrusion downwards. No flicker of eye contact was made, blackened pupils remained silently upon her own as he moved upwards, his hand slipping against her collar, pushing it further away as he clasped onto her mask.
Since she had so asked for it, he did not figure her to stop him, so he simply moved forward with the act. Digging a nail between her jawed mask, a small crack was made before further pressure was applied, pushing her mask open so that her lips would part. Ebony infused with the lush pink of inward skin would split, a tongue would flick within the mouth, an act that was stopped as soon as it was made.
Gripping onto her neck he pulled her downwards in a show of dominance, taking the lead upon the action as the gap between lips was closed forthright, though contact was not made. Dangling just inches away from the destination, the train was delayed as a solid tone was delivered.
"Such a weak state you are displaying, Harribel."
Pulling her downwards once more, taking her in for the last remaining inch the contact she had asked for was made, black lips falling upon her own pale petals. The kiss was not ideal, simply because of her protruding mask, but he made do, shifting her head to the left so that his nose would not brush against the cold hard bone that sat upon her features but the soft, tender skin that laid beneath.
Sucking the very air from her lungs, the kiss would continue. A single inhale through his nostrils was made to further lengthen the action. He moved with force and deliberate action, cold lips pushing her own apart in yet another show of dominance, a warm muscle would twitch forwards, entering the sanctum of her mouth before further exploring it. Wrapping around her own the action continued with further haste, pulling what ever air she could manage to take in.
And when he was done, he simply pushed her head away. His fingers would trail upon the exposed flesh upon her neck, once more tugging at her collar so that he left it crunched and low, to better reveal the expression upon her features. Wide eyes would stare back at him, cold muscles failed to move beneath his skin, giving her nothing more than a dead panned stare in return.
"–Happy New Years, Harribel.”