His gills flare when their lips press together and for what feels like a long few moments Jade sits frozen. Until finally his webbed fingers move to run through thick, blond hair--so dry it feels like the grass they stomped through, but with a different warm quality to it--so it can rest on the back of the hunter's neck.

But he breaks the kiss quickly enough. It's better if he doesn't lean too far, too fast, isn't it? "...I was under the impression you were interested in Floyd."