And there was that laugh again from somewhere in the pit of his stomach when she kissed him, so apparently some part of his brain found this whole farce amusing. But the arch of her back brought that up short when his body seemed to become overaware of the differences in female anatomy currently pressed against him. He removed his hand, rotating his wrist until it cracked loudly.

And then he did what he would normally do in a situation like this: he checked her over for damage from the fall. Which was a completely sound thing to do, or it would have been, had he not been using his lips to do half the inspection.

He was also fairly sure that he could not assess hip joint injuries with his tongue. But if there was even a possibility, he should be certain, of course.