With some skill on her part she managed to set her glass aside on the counter without breaking the kiss. Both of her hands reached up to hold onto him, coming to rest under his jawline and fingertips brushing against his hair. A small tilt of her head to the right allowed her to meet his kiss and then some.

The music, the atmosphere of the dance floor - never before had she felt so alive. Not since their past adventures when they were running hand in hand through the streets of Paris, trying to find their way through the maze of the Nimon. All of the thrills of traveling always came back to tease her when she was with him. Romana nipped his lower lip suddenly, playfully, unable to resist the habit of competition.