Kissing is something Elidibus indulges in a great deal, these days. Kissing Dimitri is a delight he'd guessed at, learned from Byleth and his own observations, and he allows the indulgence to linger. Short as he is, the Emissary has found a liking in kissing upwards, pulling taller partners down to show his affections.

His fingers slowly slip into blonde hair, enjoying the feeling immensely.

But eventually they must part.

When he pulls back, Elidibus looks incredibly smug. Happy with himself. But even though he feels so, he does recall a question he'd so rudely cut off. "'Is that' what, dearest one?"