Paul made sure to at least smile at her, though he didn't always meet her eyes. He was a wee bit embarrassed at admitting what he just did. She was a real sweetie for sure, even offering to assist with the eradication of Jemma from his memory banks.  Yeah, good luck with that, he thought. He did, after all, feel it in his bones that Jemma was<i>The One. </i>Mental images of Neo almost made him laugh. Memories of Jemma's betrayal, however, instantly erased that urge for any semblance of laughter.<br/><br/>Her proximity exuded a radiating warmth, and since they were spending the night outside, her body temperature was most welcome.  Charlette's unknowing launch on Jemma was amusing, though he still enjoyed hearing her opinion on the matter. 'Course, if you had asked Jemma, it was Paul who was the idiot in all this.<br/><br/>Appreciative of her reassuring words, Paul was about to roll over to his back until he saw her bite her lip, without drawing blood.  Drawn blood or not didn't in any way determine what he did next.  Believing it was now his turn, he slithered his way toward her, pulling her closer.  This did not take much effort, since she was only a mere eight inches away from him in the first place.<br/><br/>With no appropriate words to offer, Paul stealthily placed his lips on hers, brushing left and right.  His tongue?  In the wings, waiting for a green light.  No matter, really, since he was more than happy with the feel of her lips.