Samanosuke chuckled, enjoying Elizabeth's reaction to the mistletoe's antics. "Perhaps," he said, standing still at last. It made no logical sense, but for some reason, kissing her sounded like a very, very good idea. He ran his tongue over his teeth, behind his lips; suddenly very glad that he had cleaned them before leaving his quarters. His mouth still felt quite fresh, and tasted faintly of cinnamon.

"You are certain you don't mind...doing such a thing where anyone could see?"