The Brash Devil was not done apparently. He turned his head so her hand was no longer pushing it, leaning back in to whisper something else in her ear.

The sound Maven made at whatever it was he said could only be described as a mouse-like squeak of a laugh. This time she grabbed his face with one hand, giving him a light glare but obviously fighting a smile, "Stop being so incorrigible!"

Devil gave her an impudent grin, "Why? What are you gonna do, squeak like a mouse some more?"

Maven finally smiled, giving him a kiss and laughing indulgently, "That is a good question, whatever am I going to do with you?"