Yeah, well, when she figures it out, she can let him know, because as far as Deadlock's concerned, his face is a No Kissing Zone.

"You don't improvise with your face!" Well, he has, but it was high impact on someone else's face. He's the only facial improvisor around here, okay?

He's still staring for a long moment after her, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, which is still holding a plush purple and yellow striped kitten. HE squints at her back, and then launches it at her aft. "That's how you improvise." See? Lesson. It's getting catty up in here.