[Felix pulls back from the kiss only reluctantly, a grudging concession to the need for air in their lungs. Just as he's about to shift his weight to free up his other hand so he can touch her, the vine tightens its grip and then yanks his arm up over his head.]
What--
[He looks up, unable to see the vine's coils under his sleeve but feeling them acutely. He grabs the vine protruding from his sleeve with that hand and pulls, testing its strength. When it doesn't give, his eyes drop back down to her, slightly wide. He tries to lean forward to pick up where they left off, but the vine keeps him upright enough that he can't reach her mouth anymore.]
I can't kiss you.
[Astute observation, Felix.
His gaze gleams with a certain intrigued wariness, pupils slightly dilated, at this talk of fun.]
no subject
What--
[He looks up, unable to see the vine's coils under his sleeve but feeling them acutely. He grabs the vine protruding from his sleeve with that hand and pulls, testing its strength. When it doesn't give, his eyes drop back down to her, slightly wide. He tries to lean forward to pick up where they left off, but the vine keeps him upright enough that he can't reach her mouth anymore.]
I can't kiss you.
[Astute observation, Felix.
His gaze gleams with a certain intrigued wariness, pupils slightly dilated, at this talk of fun.]
Why not?