Not expecting the kiss, Milo could definitely say he'd enjoyed it. About half way through realizing what was happening, he started kissing back, until she pulled away. The plush warmth of her mouth on his left him feeling cold as she walked away, but his mind yelled at him incessantly. Almost without being able to compose himself in time, he leaned up against the couch, relishing the moment. Looking at Yi Long standing there, he honestly couldn't stop himself.<br/><br/>"She has really been enjoying a real man's presence apparently."<br/><br/>A grin crept up his face, knowing that seeing that was going to bother Yi Long, being the asshole he was. But internally, he realized he was just kissing his co-worker. He'd be lying to himself if he said that kiss wasn't something he'd want to forget, and even though his mind told him he fucked up, it felt right. The more he sat there smiling, his mind firing at full speed, something clicked, and the taste on his mouth seemed to hit him again. This time, it was like he had just passionately taken her lips to his, like it was something they'd needed. Pulling his arms up above his head, his grin grew even wider.<br/><br/>"She's a hell of a kisser too."