While Relta stood at a solid 5’10”, Ilya had almost always dwarfed her in height, something younger her had resented, yet adult her respected how he carried his imposing self, finding him admittedly attractive despite him not being someone she thought of as marriage material, be it that she was hurt deeply by the status of widowhood. “Mmph!” Relta let out, feeling Illya’s long, large hands wrap around her wrists to pin her to the wall, his lips crashing against her. After initial shock, she relaxed and kissed the Lord back. Her eyes had closed, and she was melting, something difficult for a phoenix being. When the kiss broke, Relta looked into Ilya’s eyes and searched them, wondering what he’d thought when he’d decided to kiss her. “That was enjoyable,” she managed to say, feeling rather awkward at the suddenness of the kiss and not knowing the reasoning.