[ It's hard to tell if Jeanne was really going to go along with this. She was apprehensive at first. Still is, truth to be told. But she also dug herself into this hole and like hell she'll take this without putting something of a fight. Although Seiya was getting to be bolder than she had anticipated and... either its because she isn't in the mood to punch him in the face for touching her like so or because deep down she is squealing like the french maiden she was based off of, she didn't really do anything to push him away.

And-- well, the kiss wasn't actually all that bad! It was stimulating, for sure! But it wasn't something unpleasant either. It was like a weaker but just as intimate way of exchanging mana between people! Which on Seiya's end, he may be tasting the faint trace of alcohol in her breath and from her tongue.

But she is the one who breaks the kiss and gazing up at the warrior in a mix of drunken pleasure and that obvious mischievous glint in her eyes. ]

You animal... you stole my first kiss, did you know that? I hope you know what that means. Surely you have felt it too, didn't you?