"We haven't found ONE lipstick that's kiss-proof! You must be getting awfully bored with this experiment!"

You say as you look in the compact mirror at the smudged lipstick around your lips, before turning to said Ranpo.

The man was sat next to you, just a bit away, on the couch. Head tilted a bit back as his back rested against the couch, but not enough supported, having his hands to help too. He was out of breath, short intakes of breath moved his chest up and down, as he looked .. dizzy, almost, with a loopsided smile. His face had a few kiss/lipstick marks, and his lips were stained and smudged with said colour...

'Bored'? Jesus, he hoped such a 'kiss-proof' lipstick never gets invented if it means having to do THIS with you each time!