Hehe, but of course, you can rely on me to keep my word.

( Responsibility, though? That's an interesting way to phrase it, and she ponders that for a moment as she squeezes his hand in her own. It's strange, feeling this pull, and she realizes now it must be more than some sort of strange chemistry. No, this is being encouraged by some outside force. Magic? The air itself? Pollen, or spores, or...

There was the mistletoe above them. Hmm. )

Mm... There's a bit of a problem, though. I can't seem to will myself to step away from this spot.

( From you. )