Her Face Tempts, Her Mind Captivates

Eve asks, suddenly overtaken, “May I kiss you?”
Ezeki consents, face bright red.
They continue standing together, Ezeki's hands on her hips and her arms around its neck. Eve smiles softly up at it and teases, “This is your last chance to back out, Ez’ki.”
“May I kiss you, too?” Ezeki asks decisively in reply.
“Please.”
Ezeki dips its head and kisses her a second time.
Eve backs away, after a moment.
“I’m glad you enjoyed your gift so much, dear,” Ezeki teases, in return.
Immensely shy suddenly, Eve stutters her goodbye and leaves for the night.
“… Ezeki?”
Ezeki turns, smile dimmer now. “Yes, Seri?”
Seri’s mouth is open, looking for a discouraging word or a panicked question. They settle on, "An Astris."
Ezeki sighs. "An Astris, indeed. Her pretty face tempts; her mind captivates. I am, in a word, fucked.”