“You are aware that such evaluations don’t really mean anything, right? They’re pointless.”

Honestly, the succubus had shown incredible restrain in remaining relatively chaste while they spent time together, and Arone figured the mistletoe above her head would be a fair excuse to reward her. She wordlessly pulls her in close with a arm around her waist, and kisses her deeply, almost dipping her back as she holds it.

| Hope |Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference |Confidence |Insecurity | Greed |Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility |Kindness | Warmth |Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest| You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off |You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable |You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn |I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar |I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |

“Not even an introduction first?”

Arone smirks as she sees the mistletoe above them both, smoothly curling a finger under Morrigan's chin to guide her to look first up, then towards her. "Far be it for me to deny tradition~." She notes before locking lips with the succubus.

"The real question is what part of my you find the most kissable, really."