Faria had dragged him by the wrist before shoving him against the wally roughly. He knew right away that something was wrong, because she had made it quite clear that she did not want anything like this. She did not want a romance, she did not give two shits about fucking, and on top of all that, she told him she would avoid anything with a dick. Yet her she was, awkwardly kissing away at his neck, before working up to his ear, whispering into his ear her semi-plan. He hooked both arms under hers, holding her awkwardly, kissing her back carelessly on the cheek, trying to play along. "You are lucky you are pretty." he muttered under his breath, his eyes trying to scan the room, trying to figure out what she was trying to hide. There. A glint. A reflection of light on the lens of a camera. He gently leaned into her closer, bringing his chest against hers, before flipping their position, her back against the wall so that his face was no longer in front of the camera, trying to cover his face so that the camera would not be able to read his lips.<br/><br/>"What do you want" he said, before faking going in for a kiss, stopping just short of her lips.