For the moment, Poe kept it soft and sweet, mere kisses back and forth.

The silence was broken by the sound of the door re-opening, then closing, followed by Magica's voice. "Poe... how could you..."

There she stood, wine in one hand, glasses in another.

"... Start without me?" She griped, like she'd caught a younger sibling with their hand in the cookie jar. "And you call me impatient!"

Poe broke the kiss, smiling mischievously. "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help myself."