She beamed up at him, the laughter clearing from her throat, but still very, very clear in her eyes. After a few somewhat sobering seconds of her eyes locked onto his, she dropped a hand from his forearm and instead looped one slender finger under his choker to gently tug him closer. "Tip number two: It's not polite to stare... without intent," she whispered breathlessly, before sealing her lips to his.