You reached out to Nigel's face and take the sunglasses off the bridge of his nose causing the man to turn his attention to you. Then without letting him speak, you wrap your arms around Nigel's shoulders, your lips quickly found their way to his cheek, then they starts to bombard his face with lots of kisses that even Nigel himself couldn't protest.

You knew that he's one of the threats that you should be wary off, but who cares? He's your favourite threat. You take a quick look at his expressionless face, and despite the stoicism you could tell that his M.I.N.D is at war.

One side told Nigel that he should push you away, but the other suggested that he should indulges in this predicament that he caught himself in. Nevertheless, he finally sighs and leans back slightly on his chair, his one and only hand resting on the back of your waist as you continue with your barrage of kisses.

He couldn't see your face, but he knew that you're satisfied with his surrended demeanor so he let his eyelids fluttered close, his cane resting on the table.