Xanthippe laughed at being rolled over like that, and the thrill of it was powerful enough that she only looked a little sheepish at having laughed louder than she'd expected to.

And just like that, she was on top of him. Huh. She bit her own lip, for a second - then, planting her hands on either side of him, leaned over him until she could press a kiss against his forehead.

It had just always looked like a cute thing in movies to her, okay, so she figured, why not?

And she murmured, "Why's your name Hyacinthe?"