If he kept up the banter, she'd find a way to talk herself out of it. And god help him, he both loves and hates things being the way they are; it's simple, but it's not. All he knows is that despite all the shit that's happened, he still wants her. A certain sort of possessiveness never left him when it comes to Winona, and every time he's near her his mind wanders to pulling her close, kissing her, claiming her body. Maybe it's pheromones.

Whatever the case, he regards her for a long moment, then leans in to close the remaining gap between them, tilting his head to angle for a kiss.