Just gently tilts Issak's chin upwards and places a soft kiss upon his lips before leaning back with a huge smile on her face.
Perhaps, just this once, Isaak is caught off-guard. He hadn’t expected the general to walk up to him, nor had he expected her to slide a finger beneath his chin to tilt his gaze upwards. A part of his lips is made, almost letting a question leave but his words ( and his breath ) are stolen when she presses her lips upon his. Gold eyes find themselves widening, brows lifting up as he stares at the woman before him. What brought this on?
And as quickly as the kiss came, it ended just as fast.
Isaak feels his fingers twitch, a swallow being made in his throat. He’s using every part of him to keep from reaching up, pulling Iole back into another kiss because surely, that can’t be all, can it? Or perhaps it was and it was just the summoner reacting as always to little things, his body and mind going above and beyond. Craving more than he was given ( he curses it internally, how high that sort of drive is ) but he forces himself to be still, only staring at the woman near dumbfounded.
“Hah,” He finally lets himself breath, lips quirking in a tiny grin, “... Some special occasion going on I don’t know about?”