She leans up into the kiss to brush back, then pauses, raising an eyebrow. The first one she couldn't really dispute, but her eyes were boring. "Your eyes are prettier than mine," she points out, fingertips grazing his temple as she stares at them. "The Sharingan is amazing, sure, but you and Sasuke have such beautiful dark eyes. They stand out and actually mean something."

Her hand trails down the side of his face to press the center of his chest again as she huffs a short laugh. "What do I even smell like, polish and sweat?"