The Kingpin would give a little shake of his tail, rattling it as the only warning before he'd snatch them up and pull her into his personal space, smiling greedily at her. "Well now, you seem to have missed the mistletoe hanging here, I couldn't let you break tradition that easily without a fight. Will you indulge?"
A normal man Verosika would have scratched or smacked without hesitation. A normal man would get jumped by her security or posse, whichever was closer. This was not a normal man. Her eyes stared into his unique, yellow-ringed ones. His Wrathian accent was spoken with an air of class. His unique tail told her he was likely a mixed demon. His fashion sense told her he cared about his appearance.
So instead of smacking him like she might have wanted to for half a second, her hand found his chin, holding his face there as she leaned in slowly. "Well, since you seem determined to have me..."she said, voice low, one hand trailing along the side of his tail. With that, she pressed her lips to his.
