You, Ladybug, were trying to save Chloe from the evil Zombizou and her minions that infected people by kissing them. You shoved her into the top room of the Eiffel Tower and went back to check on your partner.

"Chat Noir!" you gasped, cupping his face with one hand. He was standing with his arms out, holding his stick behind him; a whole bunch of possessed people were kissing him all over; his arms, the back of his head, his wrists.

"I'll just stay here and chill, m'lady," he said. "If we're going to end up kissing, then I'd rather do it after you save us, okay?"

"No," you said, not wanting to leave him.

"You're the only one who can fix this for us. No arguing now!"