The lack of restraint and apprehension she feels is thrilling, something quite new and exciting, and Sylla is not one to back away from a challenge - even those self-imposed. She's never had much thought to want to kiss a bloke, but he's very handsome and for all she knows (which is very little, but she would not admit that at all) a very good kisser, and thus, Sylla gives it her best try. She smiles against the kiss as he holds her closer, and her hand rises to the back of his neck. It's easier if she imagines herself as some novelist heroine, being kissed in a mysterious dark room, which makes it all the better for her.

"Just something?" Sylla whispers while she can, stifling down a thrilled, tipsy sort of snicker and following his lead, letting her head shift so she can kiss him deeper.