[ It isn't the act that leaves Percival mortified, but the idea that he'd been so attracted to the very notion of kissing Koltira in particular. Nothing against the man, Percival's opinion was largely indifferent as it stood, but he is a near stranger.
He can still feel some remnants of the magic tingling against his lower lip, and he hardly realizes he's touching it.
Color rises rapidly to his face again as Koltira speaks. ] No. Of course not! Why would I, or you-- Why would we?!
[ All it takes is a quick look around to see others falling for the very trap for Percival to realize something magical is at work here. His face contorts into a mixture of humiliation and anger. ]
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He can still feel some remnants of the magic tingling against his lower lip, and he hardly realizes he's touching it.
Color rises rapidly to his face again as Koltira speaks. ] No. Of course not! Why would I, or you-- Why would we?!
[ All it takes is a quick look around to see others falling for the very trap for Percival to realize something magical is at work here. His face contorts into a mixture of humiliation and anger. ]
Someone will die for this.