CALLAN'S POV
So from what I'm hearing, this whole Madame-Kahn-is-an-evil-god business is over. I think that calls for reward on Sibuna's part.
I decide I'm going to do it. It takes some courage, but I stroll elegantly over to her, deciding that no one should be lonely on this triumphant night.
She's standing alone at the refreshments table, her body sulking against the walls of the gymnasium.
"Hey there, Below Average," I tease.
Mara glares at me. "What's up, jackass?"
"Whoa, mine was way less temperamental. I meant mine on good terms!"
She turns her head away from me in disgust.
"Hey," I begin. "The world is saved! I say we celebrate! Dance with me. Just one dance. That's all I'm asking. If you hate it, you never have to speak to me again. But no on deserves to be alone on this festive night! It's Christmas for crying out loud!"
Mara relents, her dark scowl never failing to diminish.
"You can cut the act, Jaffray. You're allowed to smile, you know." Instead, she continues to pretend she's not enjoying this at all, as if this leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Fine. It's time to take evasive action. I'm going to get you to laugh."
I twirl her under my arm then dip her low to the ground.
"Stop!" she demands. "Stop now!"
I lift her back up briskly so that her face is right in front of mine. Her scowl wavers as if she's trying not to laugh.
"Face it, Jaffray. You totally like me."
"I do not!" she snaps.
"Really? So you wouldn't mind if…"
I lean forwards and kiss her cheek. When I pull back and open my eyes, she's already dashing in the opposite direction.
"Fine, Mara," I mutter underneath my breath. "I'll have you one day."