She lets out a small sound that could be protest, could be shock, could be any number of things, but her two reactions are instant -- her light touches in his hair become a forced, steel grip. She also kisses back, firmly, because there is a stubborn part of her that refuses to be surprised and refuses to bow to shock. It's a part of her that says if she kisses back, she's in on the plan.

And then when she realizes what she's doing, she backs away, but doesn't stumble her way out of his lap -- not yet. "Cal," she says quietly, licking her lips. "What are you doing?"