His cheek is warm where she kisses him. He smiles like an idiot as she scampers off, but it's not like it's a smile that is unfamiliar to his face at this point. She always gets him smiling, flexing those muscles after years of underuse.

When she comes back and nudges his hip, the smile is still on his face, and his arm tucks neatly around her waist, pulling her closer. "Hello."

She's adorable, re-smudged eyeliner and all. The kiss on the cheek was not nearly enough affection, especially since he wasn't the one giving it. So he ducks down to kiss her cheek this time, then presses his lips briefly to hers. "Hi. Are you finally ready for our date?"