Marianne spends a moment floating in front of Canada, simply staring with those bright burning eyes of hers and drinking in the measure of the knight. She tilts her head, and for a terrifying moment she is nothing but quiet. She sinks into her own shadow and pops up directly in Canada's face. Her breath is hot, and smells faintly of smoke. Her smile is playful, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Of course it doesn't. Just look at her!

She takes Canada's face in both of her hands, caressing her cheeks with the warm leather of her gloves. Her fingers explore up and around, stroking behind the ears with a feather touch. She lingers like a lover, stroking and caressing lower and lower, down the neck and then back up underneath the chin, when all of a sudden she seizes Canada behind her head, grabs a handful of hair, and pulls her into a kiss. 

Marianne does not kiss gently. Her lips are hot and her tongue is forceful. She kisses like she's trying to steal something; breath, the heart, the fillings out of teeth, the soul perhaps. Her tongue presses deep into Canada's mouth, finds her own, and pins it forcefully to the bottom of her mouth. She does not come up for air. She does not need to: she can breath inside this space, this moment, just fine. She holds it, seizes it, twists it and tastes it. 

And then she parts, and wipes her mouth on her sleeve with an exaggerated, wet sigh. She tosses her head up to the sky and laughs. HA! HA! KHEHEHAHAHA!

"Ah Canada, you are a better thief than I gave you credit for! I am proud, yes! Such pretty words, yes yes! Who did you steal them from? Do they know you are carrying them around in your pocket? Ah, but not, I think, in your heart."

Marianne grins and prods Canada in the chest, getting all up in her business, draping herself across her shoulders. Zero sense of personal space.

"You do not taste like conviction, [i]mon petit chevalier[/i]. I could not find your fire, [i]non[/i]. Just as well, you aren't to this body's wants anyway. But very well! Be the dagger if it pleases you! Marianne shall be your cloak tonight! And when you realize which shape you are meant to belong to after all, she will teach you how to bring down walls with a shield! Yes!"

[Reject: [b]5[/b]. Marianne marks guilty, potential, and the shift]