Illyana didn't show any amusement at the quip, and she didn't openly mark the minor apology. She stared, thoughtfully, deciding something as she noted the way in which Bo was looking back at her.

Then she leaned down, one hand grasping the chair Bo sat in as she pressed close to take a kiss from her. There was nothing chaste or apprehensive in it, so much as claiming what was already there. If they both wanted it - and it seemed to her that at least for a moment, they did - she could think of no real reason for restraint.