The halfling returns your kiss easily enough before settling back into place against your chest. Still the perfect image of innocence, of course... except for the glimmer of mirth that's doing a jig in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Hmm. I don't even know if you could carry me that far, Elf... Why don't you start with something closer?" With a grin, the halfling settles her weight into the crooks of your elbows and squishes herself against your chest. "I'll be generous... I'll let you pick the destination."