As they tilted her chin upward, Lobco felt relief wash over her, and then happiness as they pressed the end of their mask against her lips. Their very pointed nod, that they made sure she saw, communicated everything that may have plagued her about their own willingness and interest.

The shrimp gave a shy little laugh against their mask and kissed them, raising her hands to caress their face. Excitement and nervousness twisted her stomach in knots; but it was not the fear that usually plagued her in the past when someone got too long, solely simple performance jitters.

"Thank you, my knight." She gave them another kiss, then a small moment of hesitation before she shifted herself onto their lap, embracing them.