Oh! [She curls up a little in surprise, finding the sudden lack of floor a bit disorienting. But once she feels steady again, she levels a heated gaze on Mephisto, eyeing him.]

Yes, that's quite the dilemma. [However will he!] And your talent in magic never ceases to amaze. [Just an observation because what is the limit of it, she wonders? But now's not the time for discussing that right now. Mipha leans in to place her hands on his shoulders, less to pull him in and more for balancing herself as she leans in.]

But I believe I have thought of a way. [Her kiss is supposed to be something light and sweet; and indeed it certainly starts that way--just a brief press of her mouth against his--but then she's near-swooning and the kiss turns something more urgent and desperate. Thanks mistletoe.]