Vianna's eyebrows rose slightly, and she seemed to turn rather hopeful as Ferris began to speak - or rather, stutter - sharing with her that she wouldn't be alone. "No?" she asked, a smile beginning to grace her lightly tanned face, triumph beginning to take over her gaze. And then he spoke again - 'I'll be right here... on the floor. All the while.' Vianna's smile fell right away and her brows furrowed slightly, the triumph immediately leaving her crystal blue eyes. That wasn't what she wanted to hear! "But it'd be so much better if my Professor was here!" she whined. "I could fall asleep right in his arms... and give him kisses whenever I felt like it... But I can't do any of that when he's so far away, on the floor," muttered Vianna, her hand still playing with the boy's curls absentmindedly, before her fingers began to slither closer to his hairline, then meeting his smooth pale skin. She allowed her index finger to travel over one of his eyebrows, then over the bridge of his nose, falling off the tip of it and landing gently on his lips. Her fingers rested there, merely admiring the soft texture of the only lips she had ever really kissed, the only lips she would ever want to meet with her own. "Mm... I want to kiss you," she confessed softly.