"Finally," she says, and slides her arms around her adept to grin into another kiss. It's a good thing this blue skin isn't paint, or it would seriously mess up Harrow's look; as it is, her necromancer escapes relatively unscathed but for a slight smearing about her mouth.

"Remember," she murmurs, almost directly into Harrow's mouth, "when you told me I wasn't allowed to do that in public here, or at all? So did you like, rescind that order, or...?"