Given their previous encounter, Yylfordt had been certain that the shorter blonde would not present herself to him again. Yet here she was now, waiting for what it is he had planned to do next. How utterly amusing.
He didn’t prolong the gesture; it wasn’t as if he was truly into the spirit of the holiday anyway, despite the others’ sudden enthusiasm towards it. He wasted no time in bringing her closer to him, and once she was at a fair distance, he grasped onto her chin with both his thumb and forefinger before pressing his lips against her own. After a few seconds, he let go of her entirely and with a smile he murmured dryly,