Her words, which had seemed to momentarily throw Gideon off of his game, had put her in the lead in their little verbal sparring war that had been going on ever since he arrived. Although she knew that he was aware that she could never act on her threat, it was still entertaining to see Gideon process her warning. For a brief moment, he looked as if he actually thought that she was serious, which was an extra boost to her growing smirk. She was now winning this brief battle hand over fist and she could not even use her usual tactics of small spouts of violence to enhance her victory.

But just as soon as she began to celebrate her victory in her head, Gideon turned their small little battle one-hundred and eighty degrees around so now he was in the lead. His words, which were a quick, witty response to her own, completely negated everything the redhead had just said. She actually could not formulate a response to what he had just said because she was too busy blushing at his words. That was the first time he had ever openly admitted that he liked kissing her and for some odd reason, she was blushing mad like a first year with her blue eyes glued to the floor. She was too embarrassed to meet his eyes, but it was a good kind of embarrassed. The kind where her stomach filled with nervous butterflies and her face turned the shade of her hair.

After a few seconds of trying to formulate the proper response, she fumbled, "Oh.. okay then... well. Merlin Gideon! I was winning and then you go and say something like that! Something so sweet and nice that I have no response except..." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, "That."