"You know, it's been a while since we've had a race," Chat Noir said, nudging his partner playfully. Patrol was over, but he wasn't ready to go home just yet. He faced Ladybug hopefully. "So, what do you think, my lady? First one to Notre Dame wins?"
"Sure," Ladybug replied, smiling smugly. "But what do I get when I win?"
Chat Noir's verdant eyes brightened, and he made a show of tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm. If you win…I will refrain from punning for the entirety of our next akuma fight."
"Ooh, how generous of you, kitty." Ladybug smiled, and a teasing glint appeared in her eye as she sauntered closer. "But what if you win?"
"I know what I want if I—"
"No way, you got to choose my prize. That means I get to choose yours." She flicked his bell with a smirk, and he felt the heat of a blush in his cheeks. With one hip cocked to the side, she imitated his thoughtful chin-tapping.
Chat watched her warily. She was in an interesting mood tonight, and she was always unpredictable when she was like this.
She turned back to him with a Cheshire grin and leaned in even closer. Making him gulp. "If you win, I will give you a kiss."
He gaped at her. "A kiss? A real kiss?"
"Sure." She flicked his bell again, and unhooked the yoyo from her hip. "But you'll have to win it first." With that she was gone, already racing for the well-known cathedral.
"Tricksy bug," he mumbled, grinning. Chat extended his baton and lit out after her, hoping that his long legs and the promise of a kiss would be enough to overtake her significant lead.