[ oh wow, he's sure... enthusiastic about it. faith likes. with her crit failed wisdom check and her complete fail at even knowing he's a genie so far, she sure doesn't put two and two together. her lips part against his as she opens the kiss and presses her hips flush against his own, also apparently forgetting they're on a crowded dance floor, even when people bump or jostle against them. her own hands slide up his neck, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him in tighter. ]
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