Ema twitched, eyes plastered open as Klavier continued to press their lips together for what seemed to be forever. The situation was getting increasingly more uncomfortable as neither broke off, Ema for fear of having a worse situation thrown at her (and the underlying hope that maybe Gavin would forget to breathe and she'd finally be rid of him), and Klavier just because he was enjoying himself.

Eventually Ema's eyes began to droop, and as soon as they closed Klavier seemed to notice. He promptly ended the lip lock. A devilish smirk played across his features as he held back a girlish giggle.

"Achtung! It seems the fräulein was enjoying that little kiss, ja?" Klavier moved to stand straight again, but stopped halfway to loom over the still-awestruck detective, his necklace coming close to whacking Ema in the face.

"W-what! No I wasn't! I didn't! You forced yourself on me!" The brunette fumbled her way back to her feet, backhanding the shiny, obnoxious piece of man-jewelry back into the fop's chest. "What are you, some horny teenager? That was completely uncalled for!" Ema's cheeks were crimson with the mixture of fury and embarrassment, and her hands planted themselves on her hips in an attempt at sassy disdain.

Klavier waited for Ema to finish her tantrum, making sure to keep his expressions in check. He tried, in vain, to keep some sort of eye contact with her, but her pretty, dark orbs darted around too much for it to be effective.

"...Are you finished, fräulein?" The prosecutor remarked very matter-of-factly, straightening up and fixing the position of his trademark neckwear. After receiving a curt and angry nod of the head from Ema, Klavier flashed her a megawatt smile. "Good."

There was an awkward silence as both parties stood still, wordlessly examining the other. Ema shifted and looked around, changing her position every few moments that Klavier had his eyes trained on her. Finally, both piped up.

"Look, stop looking at me--"

"Why won't you look at me?"

Another painful quiet engulfed the duo as they both struggled to piece together what the other had said. Both absentmindedly fingered loose strands of hair, Ema choosing to focus her attentions on the oh-so-interesting floor tiling and Klavier gazing at the flickering lights embedded in the ceiling. Their eyes met a few chance times, each time leaving the detective red faced and the prosecutor smirking.

The car lurched downward, starting and stopping quickly. Ema jumped and latched herself onto her blonde haired companion without even thinking twice.

"Fräulein, if you wanted a hug you only needed to ask." The clingee chided happily, earning himself a scowl from the scared girl. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around Ema to make sure she stayed put.

"Don't get used to it fop, and let me go." Ema's tone was menacing, but pounding her fists against Klavier's chest in anguish made another chuckle bubble up into his throat.

"I don't want mein favorite detective getting hurt by the big, bad elevator. You should be thanking me." His grip tightened, pressing Ema uncomfortably close and crushing her ribs. She weaseled her way out from the clingy German's arms and huffed.

"Thank you? Hah! That's the last thing I'm about to do, fop." Ema scoffed, crossing her arms hotly and sticking her tongue out at him. Said fop promptly stuck his lip out in an over exaggerated pout, whimpered, and mock cried. What was up with that?

The lights flickered briefly, and a thought finally formed in the back of Ema's mind. She hurried to her bag and threw items out until she found what she was looking for: a small, silver lighter. It's only real purpose was to heat her chemicals when needed, but it was a welcome source of heat and light for the desperate female.

Unfortunately, their damned setting refused to relinquish it's hold on her sanity. The lights flashed back on, but an even more horrible circumstance took it's place. Torrents of water had begun to stream from the small perforations that made up the fire sprinkler system. Both occupants seemed positively steamed, and Ema had an inkling to think that Klavier was holding back tears.