Dangling precariously from Evaniel Rosiere's fingers, your wand was held above both your heads. A bright, roguish grin split Evan's face as the Slytherin's intelligent, mirthful brown eyes silently encouraged you, seeking a reaction.

"Tell me you love me, mon trésor, and I'll give you it back," he offered cheekily, his voice hushed in the sanctuary of the library.

"Maybe a little kiss or two, too, hm?" Evan grinned, before continuing persistently, "come on, a few kisses won't kill you, will it?"