Well, then I'll have to learn to be more spontaneous. It's no good if I'm getting predictable in my old age.

[A veiled black joke, one that not many would ever understand here. He made a childish face as he said it, just to cover his tracks, puffing out one cheek in frustration.

And if there was any way to be spontaneous, there was always the surefire way to end this mistletoe curse - even if it was a little...complicated. With Cliff looking the way he did now, though, maybe he could get away with it and then laugh it off later as a joke.

Without waiting another moment, he quickly crossed the distance between them and pressed his lips lightly against Cliff's. He didn't linger, didn't want to let himself think of it much longer than he had to and then he pulled back, his usual smile on his face.]

Did that work?