The thought appeals to him, as demonstrated by the fact Hasibe's not getting away that easily. He makes a grab for her wrist, tugging her back for another kiss. She may well have to re-apply that lipstick again.

Although when Mitchell breaks away with a sly smile, he considers something he previously hadn't. "How smudged am I?" A lot, probably, but he lacks a reflection to check. He rubs at his face with the back of one hand.