She yanked away from him to hiss, "You're awful," and harshly shove him backwards, before she suddenly yanked him close again. "We need to talk." Esmée kissed him. "'bout you being a b*****d and making me drink prego juice." Another kiss, and then a small pause. "Later, though." Kissing him sounded like a better idea. She parted for a moment to run over and kick the door closed, a feat Fernand wasn't capable of, before returning to Bneut.
It looked like Fernand had better warn everyone not to go near Esmée's study for a while. He glanced back wearily and then wandered down the hallway. What an odd couple...
