That's a grin, a quick peck on the lips, and a very few seconds during which the place gets progressively cleaner.

Yvette rolls her eyes fondly, trying and failing to repress her smile.

And presently he is done.

"Thank you, you incorrigible show off with ambitions to spoil me rotten," she says, with zero heat and a lot of affection. "What is your plan now that you have me all to yourself?"

"To serve and protect. Or something."

"'Serve' is a bit much for just a couple weeks of dating," her mouth twitches, "and protect me from what, dear, the horrors of dust bunnies or rude neighbors?"

"Yes. All of those."

"You're not going to instead, say, snuggle me? Or pepper me with chilly kisses? Just running off to protect me from rude neighbors and dust bunnies, leaving poor me all alone on the couch...?"

"I never said I had to run off to protect and serve you."

"No serving yet, remember, it's too early for that for me! And I don't know how you could protect me from things without running off, its not like you can vanquish dust bunnies just by snuggling me, or rude neighbors while snuggling me. I guess unless you carried me around while looking for rude neighbors, but that seems a bit counterproductive."

"I don't need to attack them or get rid of them. If I'm snuggling you I am perfectly positioned to stand between you and any foes that should appear."

"No desire to be proactive?" she teases. "Just reactive and snuggly?"

"Until they show active intent to harm you I have no reason to be the one to start hostilities."

"A wise and thoughtful protector. I am very fortunate." She sits on the couch, smiling at him. "James? Come here."

Oh look he's suddenly right there.

Snuggles? She'd like snuggles now.

Yes all of those.

"So, ah... any questions now that I don't need to try to be cheerful anymore, and I'm being comfortingly snuggled by my vampiric potential love?"

"...questions?"

"About my family life, or related things. I did sort of.... put a damper on any possible questions you might have before dinner. Just in case you're nobly holding them in, and about to explode from the pressure, or anything."

"Oh," he says, remembering the emotions he was having back then. "No, not really any questions, no. Just feelings."

"Oh." She caresses his cheek. ".... Yeah."

He turns his head to plant a soft chilly kiss on her palm.

This earns him a smile and a little gentle peck on his nose.

"I... suppose you don't have any family drama to worry about, do you," she says, sounding a little sad.

He shrugs, not seeming bothered by it. "Long dead, probably."