Hans looks down at Elizabeth. He hums a bit before shaking his head, clearly skeptical.<br/>"I doubt they'll grow tired as long as there's even a shimmer or something resembling a truth about it."<br/>Hans feels the bottle getting pulled out of his hands, looking at Elizabeth taking a drink. He listens to her talk, then shrugs and takes the bottle back. As she hesitates and turns his head, he perks an eyebrow and puts the bottle down. He's left stunned as she leans up, and as their lips connect, he just sits there, astonished. In miliseconds, thoughts of the future, the past, and most notably the present surge through him. Dreams of happy lives come uninvited and are pushed aside to make room for the sensation. It's brief, but he allows himself to return it, albeit awkwardly. He allows the kiss to hold for a few seconds, his heart rate now through the roof, before breaking it and looking at Elizabeth, altogether stunned. He hesitates himself, now, looking shocked. Then, his expression softens, but he still looks perplexed. He amanges to stutter out a few words after a short moment of silence.<br/>"Liz... Did we just..?"<br/>He sits squarely on the barrel, eyes wide - and cheeks very much red. The kiss also caused a second physical reaction, though Hans barely registers. The reaction has little to do with base desire.