[Prefect is totally going to maturely reply with something about supposing that it's all right that the Pavi kissed him if he also forgave him and didn't do it again, but when he's half way through his first, "Well Comrade..." The Marquis steps forward and Prefect instantly pales.
Why was he there? Was he watching? Had this all been some kind of eerie voyeuristic plan for his amusement? And, oh, he's got his arm around the Pavi, which would be more or less completely fine if Prefect hadn't just been forcibly kissed by Pavi, since the distant idea that even though it was unwanted contact at least it was probably symbolically affectionate unwanted contact has now completely vanished from the back of his mind.
He puts his hand back over his mouth, obviously whatever he thought he was hiding before was still something he doesn't want the Marquis to see. His eyes flick between the two of them, trying to work out exactly how much of the last few minutes were pre-planned by everyone but him, before turning and taking off down the corridor at a quick walk.]
Action!
Why was he there? Was he watching? Had this all been some kind of eerie voyeuristic plan for his amusement? And, oh, he's got his arm around the Pavi, which would be more or less completely fine if Prefect hadn't just been forcibly kissed by Pavi, since the distant idea that even though it was unwanted contact at least it was probably symbolically affectionate unwanted contact has now completely vanished from the back of his mind.
He puts his hand back over his mouth, obviously whatever he thought he was hiding before was still something he doesn't want the Marquis to see. His eyes flick between the two of them, trying to work out exactly how much of the last few minutes were pre-planned by everyone but him, before turning and taking off down the corridor at a quick walk.]