The kiss was not something Fenris had anticipated. There's a brief moment of panic, where he wants to push away and run. He hasn't let anyone get so close in a while, Isabela notwithstanding. It would be easier to run, to put as much distance between himself and Cyril as he can.

He finds he doesn't want to, though. Not truly. He trusts Cyril, and that goes an awfully long way in his eyes. It's always hard earned. And so, his lips quick in a little smile, as he leans in to press a kiss of his own on Cyril's lips. Chaste to be sure, but a touch more lingering. He pulls back a little smile still there.

"I have wished to do that for a while."