Of course she knew what he meant to ask when he was laying it on that thick. He wanted them to kiss, to seal that pact that way. The very thought of it was embarassing. Even if they had nearly kissed before, that had been a completely different atmosphere and then he hadn't explicitly asked for it, it just.. almost happened back then. She just kept frowning at him, trying to hide her embarassment at that question the best she could, since she knew it would only amuse him.

Maybe she could find some way to rationalise it to herself, at least. After all, right now he was those witches' furniture, so he had an obligation to them while he had none to her at all. So at the slightest command from said witches he could be ordered to do anything at all, even leave or kill her, and.. Ange wanted him to stay with her. Now she had fallen in love with him, she didn't want him to leave. And the easiest way to make her stay with her, no matter what, would be..

"Yeah.. I do." She admitted it almost grudgingly. "So instead of serving those witches, you'd rather serve me, huh? So to make that pact we'd have to.." For a moment she averted her gaze - at least she didn't want to see his victorious grin. "... kiss."