[Wriothesley licks his lips and there’s a certain level of hunger in his gaze. It’s something that implies that he isn’t just satisfied with the kiss, but isn’t going to quite force the other either.

He looks at his watch and notes that his two kisses were fulfilled.] Well, it looks like it worked well enough. It seems I don’t have to worry about whatever punishments they might have had in store for me.

[He pauses for a moment. Wriothesley hasn’t pulled away nor has let his hands leave Kirma’s body.]

You’ve helped me plenty if anything. Surely I can reward you for helping me out, hm? [He tugs Kirma a little closer to him.] Anything that’s in my ability, I’ll be happy to give over.