It's a response that draws a laugh from her, even if it's silenced only moments later by the way Lenore's gaze lingers on her face. After all her time spent bemoaning it and hating the way it clogged up her pores, she now kind of longs for face paint. it'd be so much easier to pull off sexy and confident if her skin was hidden beneath the facade of some shitty skull. Instead, her face is nude and openly on display, the flush to her cheeks burningly obvious. She's just gonna have to own it.

Owning it, she flashes Lenore a self-deprecating, slanted smile and as her glasses are pushes up into her hair, she's already acting. This is, as it transpires, one of those rare occasions where Gideon doesn't need to be given an order twice.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she murmurs, and with one hand at the indent of Lenore's waist and the other sliding along the back of her neck to curl into her hair, Gideon leans in. Kisses the vampire full on the mouth with all the tenderness and ardency she can muster.