"I pray you, darling, don't tempt me," Puck murmurs, arching his eyebrows with a grin.

Then the smile slips, and he looks, if anything, almost hesitant.

He has taken a step back since kissing Havelock's hand, but no more than that; now he leans forward, just slightly, enough to make a difference.

"May I kiss you again, then?"