You were in your shared room, applying lipstick in an even coat, before puckering them after putting on a bit too much. You glanced over at Doflamingo, who had been flipping through one of your magazines with a mildly intrigued look on his face.

“Hey, Doffy. I need help blotting my lipstick off.:

Doflamingo turned to you before setting the magazine down. Here he was thinking that you were going to ask him for a tissue or a napkin.

But when he stopped in front of you and leaned down with another beckoning motion on your end, all you did was kiss him.