And Vette could have convinced a kiss out of Sidon on far less than an excuse like that, too. So she was absolutely getting that kiss, before he grinned at her, staying close, because there was absolutely going to be another kiss to follow.

"Just about anything, you say?" he asked, in a voice fueled by thoughts that might not be so terribly wholesome after all (except that it was still Sidon, so, actually, really, the kind of were). "I shall have to keep that in mind."

As if he'd ever planned on doing anything he'd ever have to seriously make up for. And there was that other kiss. They were probably falling wretchedly behind on their kisses after their little story break, after all.