Gasp. "Kiss you? Under a parasite? Oh how romantic," she muses in sarcasm, but as luck would have it kisses are a favored thing so she's up on her toes and wraps her arms around his shoulders to give him a rather passionate kiss. "Merry Christmas to you too."
Magnus is grinning, and by the time she’s already responding in sarcasm, he’s opened his mouth to retort. Surprisingly, though, he’s cut off quickly by the mouth pressed against his, before he even has a chance to say anything. He reciprocates the kiss, arms encircling her waist as he pulls her in closer, kissing with as much vigor as she does. As she pulls back, so does he, letting out a single laugh. “Nothing says romance like a parasite, right?”