"Sure, but I don't think we have that kind of connection yet. It would be really awkward." Seamus answered honestly.
He was not even confident about that answer because this woman was strange in every possible way.
'What a waste of a face,' he thought.
"Connection?" Aconite suddenly stood up and walked toward him.
Before he could react, she lowered herself onto his lap, making the table shake. Her hands settled around his neck as she studied him closely.
"Is this enough? Should I kiss you? What does kissing taste like?" She tilted her head, waiting.
Seamus stayed perfectly still as her chest smothered half his face, and only after a second did he manage to lift his head enough to breathe.
"I don't think it tastes like anything. It's different if you love the person," he said.
His hands rested on her waist, and she trembled slightly at the contact.
"I cannot know unless I try," she murmured, cupping his cheeks before pressing her mouth to his.
