"I am really sorry," he started, before being stunned into total silence at the quick, chaste press of her lips against his cheek.

She must have disconnected a wire or something, because he sat there perfectly still, staring dumbly at her. She was absolutely his Kryptonite. Or the chair from Dollhouse-- that was actually better, because it had the brain wipe part.

Aaaand now he had to not say that out loud.