"For future reference," he tells her once she's quite done, and he only stops smiling in order to talk, but he's also following her so that she might be shifting away, but his lips end up inches from hers by the time he's done with his sentence, "wondering what something is does not mean that I insist on being subjected to an hour of modern American television."

And with that said, he smiles slowly, and then he kisses her. He really kisses her. Like the world might end in a few seconds and he needs, needs his fill of her before, like she's the only thing in the world and she might just consume him but he doesn't care, he'll throw himself in with all he's got. It's the sort of kiss you only see in American television, but for him it's just the sort of kiss he's learned to give when he wants to. He's had a thousand years of practice, after all.