Your gaze is fixed on Vash, and his face begins to turn scarlet. To ask him such a question as whether he had ever been kissed on the lips aroused a sense of shame in him. After all, in 150 years he has not been able to enjoy the tenderness of someone's lips. "No," he said in an excited voice, exhaling the words, "I have never kissed." He lowered his inviting gaze, and a blush flickered on his cheeks, as if they had turned into tomatoes. But then, bending his eyebrows again and lifting his eyes, he turned his gaze back to you. "And you..." his fidgeting fingers broke the silence and nervously clutching the fabric of his coat with his hand, "have you ever enjoyed a kiss?"