<em>The aasimar, heart pounding, doesn't resist, and allows himself to be silenced by the kiss, relaxing the smallest bit, though his body still seems tense by any measure of judgement. His fingers barely graze her, almost as if afraid that if he grips too tightly, she might disappear. Then, slowly, he begins to kiss her back, inexperienced compared to her by any measure, but doing passably.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Untrained prowess (kiss) check result of 11.