Inhaling sharply, he turns to look down at her, wondering if he shouldn't be surprised. Lydia is the daughter of the love goddess, after all, and they did just go on a date, even if neither of them had expected it. They are still on that date, if he looks at it that way. They're still together, and Gale is finding that he likes to be with her more and more. He likes her, and they've all but confirmed that it's not a byproduct of her powers.

What's one kiss, when they've decided that? The mistletoe from a few months ago - that happened as friends more than anything, friends who simply trained together. This is very different, as Gale leans down to catch her lips, somehow more intense and yet more tender than it was then. It's slow, not quite reaching passionate, though there's a hint of the fire he holds deep in his heart. It's not easy to get him to open up, but once Gale does, he doesn't bother holding back, and Lydia will discover that soon enough.

It's a good thing, though. He remembers that even when it was just for the mistletoe, that she makes her mother proud with the way she kisses, the memory lingering for a while afterward. One more like that, with a little more meaning behind it, would be an unquestionably good way to wrap up the night.