The kiss came totally of the blue, as she squeezed his hand and kissed him quite aggressively, it had been a shock to say the least. Drawn he kissed her back, dismayed when she pulled back and appeared worried. Replying he simple leant in close and whispered, "Dead men tell no lies, your the only thing that makes me happy to be dead Jayee..." with that he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her feverishly wantonly, his tongue finding her own, as they appeared to wrestle their hands gripping one another, sweat falling from his brow as their hearts thumped and sighs escaped his throat.<br/><br/>This would have gone further, but he remember just that she needed to heal, so went back to a slow passionate kiss, loving even, just wondering in his head, 'can dead men feel alive?'.