Deal. [Silas echoes, before a soft and bashful laugh escapes him.]

I will do my best. [Firstly, he'll brush some of her hair aside, touch tender on her face to do so. His fingers slide down beneath the line of jaw, softly cupping her chin with just tips. Silas leans in after that, pressing his lips to her, being careful to keep his tusks lined up so they wouldn't catch unpleasantly. He hopes it's a good kiss, warm and firm, without shoving himself too far into her. A full kiss, not hasty and not overstaying it's welcome.]