"Very good," He says with an appraising nod, believing her unquestioningly. She sounds completely confident after all.

"I'm glad you agree. And, no, no I assure you cannot," He chuckles softly. She leans in and pushes up, head tilted delicately toward him. Resting a hand on the small of her back to help her balance, he bows forward to meet her, letting his eyes drift shut as their lips meet.

He does inhale as they kiss, finding the hint of citrus especially pleasing. Neuvillette, in contrast, almost distinctly tastes and smells of nothing, like a crystal clear spring.

Parting his lips, he draws her closer, long, elegant fingers threading into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he deepens the kiss.