If he was anything, it was provocative. Of course he sensed the danger, the lustful allure of Jen as she crossed the distance between them, finally coming to stand in front of him with hand resting upon his leather vested chest. And the black silk in her voice, unintentional he was sure, caused a shiver to ghost up his spine. It was the final thing she said however, that caused him to flinch, the sound of his beard-bells discordant as his smirk visibly froze and he stared at her for a hard moment.<br/><br/>Was it a threat? How much did Jen know? It always came back to the curse didn't it? For two months he hadn't been allowed to forget his transgression. Tonight offered no such respite either. All of a sudden, he noted how the fun had been leeched out of the moment and awkwardly, Goodman glanced towards Dawn, realizing he'd made an error swatting at this particular wasp nest. Lowering the sprig, his smirk was sober and he released a heavy breath through his nostrils.<br/><br/>"That is very true. I do know a lot about that," Goodman commented, regaining some of his good humor as he twirled the sprig in his hand, no longer offering it above his head. Then quite suddenly, with an impish light flashing in his eyes, Goodman lifted the tiny plant above Jen's head and leaned down to brush his lips in a quick peck on her cheek. A little stolen kiss would sully his good record but Santa would understand , as would Jen. He just couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>Standing back, his smirk was triumphant and wide as he tucked the sprig behind his left ear and he purred lazily, "Are we going to eat without King and any others, or should we wait? Where is your restroom?" No. He didn't have to use those facilities.