The kiss was abrupt, to say the least, but certainly not unwelcome. Calendius felt himself smile into it as she lingered, closing his eyes, and letting her take the lead on whatever she wanted from it. Not that he was an unenthusiastic participant. Rather, he was pliant, acquiescing easily to her whims. It did take a certain amount of restraint not to pull her close again. But they'd been through that once, and her dress already, on close inspection, bore the consequences of it. It seemed unwise to risk making it worse.

He couldn't stop himself from running a hand along her jaw, though. She already needed to wash up. It wasn't as if he were doing any more damage than had already been done.

As they separated again, Calendius licked his lips, unable to resist smiling outright. "One day I'll get a real dance out of you, Jenny. I promise it'll be fun."

The comment wasn't meant to be lascivious, but then, after that kiss he couldn't be blamed if some amount of innuendo had slipped in.