[that was. almost too much to deal with, and if Emerald felt in danger at all then she knew her flight-or-freeze instinct would be kicking in, but she felt... exactly the opposite here. and there was an inclination to lean into it, to press herself a little more firmly against Lancer's lips even though it was just a kiss to her temple.]

Does that mean you're going to stop with the pop quizzes? [her lips quirked up. did that count as teasing? her fingers grazed the side of Lancer's hand.] Or would that make me a lot less interesting to you? I know it's more fun when people are interesting.