The moment she lifted up his mask, it was as if a fog had been lifted from his vision. A pretty lady in front of him, sure, but one that he recognized as Flint's wife. And he had most definitely just had his tongue down her throat. After a quick scan around the crowd to determine that the other man wasn't within punching distance just yet, he simply half-smirked.
"What? How could I?" He playfully flinched away when she punched him (okay, now he definitely knew she was Flint's wife, because she actually hit like she meant it) and raised an eyebrow at the woman. "You were the one slipping me the French there, sweetheart. Just calm down, now. Obviously we both just ... lost our heads." He chuckled, though.
"Was it really that bad, love? Come now, I know I'm a good kisser, and I have kissed my share of girls."
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