[ Katarina tenses, her expression shifting from concerned to bewildered. What the hell was he playing at?! ]

What is this, some sort of ploy to seduce me? [ She can't help the scoff that punctuates her words, and when he presses his lips to her blade, she quirks a brow. Loosening her grip slightly, she leans in close, murmuring against the shell of his ear. ]

You'd best watch where you put those lips if you want to keep them. It's impolite to get so handsy with a lady without taking her out first.