Keeran grinned broadly, like the proverbial cat that had caught the proverbial canary. "I think I'll try to steal a kiss from you, if it means I get to make out with you afterwards," he replied, hardly able to believe his luck. This girl simply did not know what she had gotten herself into. He closed his eyes tightly, seeming to focus on something. His hands worked in intricate ways, seeming to fashion some clay object that was invisible to everyone but him. After a couple seconds of this, he thrust out his hand as if pushing something towards her, and thick tendrils of ectoplasm sprang up from the floor to twine around the girl's ankles and wrists, holding her in place. Although Keeran was of a very perverted mindset, he had no experience with the concept of tentacle hentai, so did not realize one of the possible uses of his talents in this given situation.<br/>He seemed to blink from existence afterwards, flickering into life again standing in front of her. He leaned in slowly, smiling like a fool and pecked her quickly on the lips, allowing the ectoplasm to dissipate and return to the realm from whence it came.