There's not much else she can say when he kisses her like that and whether or not she has him wrapped around her finger is pretty much irrelevant, because he could just say the same thing about her. Maybe that's better, though, maybe it means she's not going to turn around and be an asshole and take advantage of him without thinking. She smiles and kisses him again, lifting her hand to his cheek. Less than ten minutes ago, she was shouting at him, but now she can't even remember feeling the slightest bit pissed off.

"Just for the record, you can do that like, any time you feel like it," she tells him, grinning. "Appropriate or not, whatever, I'm down. People around us will just have to learn to deal." She's already prepared to annoy the crap out of people for the next little while, she's okay with it. It's not like she hasn't listened to her friends talk about their significant others, all the while feeling pretty damn pathetic and alone, so she figures she's owed at least a few weeks of being disgusting in their presence.