A compliment? Be still, my beating heart.

[ The tap comes and goes. Midnight looks down at her through his eyelashes. How fearless. He can't help but catch his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. ]

Well, as they say: one must hope for the kiss, but prepare for the kick.

[ Another pause. He laughs. ]

And perhaps solicit a promise for the hairpulling, hmm?