[She'll take the moment to cup his chin, using her thumb to wipe a smear of her gloss from his lips.]

There's really no need to apologize. You were rough with me but it isn't like I'll break so easily.

Let's be honest, here. If I'm steadily leading you down a path of ruin and my presence makes you a monster, all you need do is tell me so. I won't haunt you.

But if you can admit to yourself and me that the kiss you just stole made you feel alive; that that race of impulsiveness momentarily killed your confusion, then I'll forgive you wholeheartedly and absolve your conscience.

So, which will it be~?