The feeling was incredible, Marken hadn't expected her to be so... Receptive to it. He assumed she would be as uncooperative as possible, though with the way Ellanor leaned into his kiss more, that was clearly a mistaken thought. He was strangely calm as they kissed, having more control over himself than someone might expect, though internally, he was a wreck. His first kiss had been completely unexpected, and it was nothing like this at all, a mere peck on his lips. This though, was long, Marken thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. Atleast he remembered to breath, soft breathes coming in and out of his nose to allow the kiss to last longer.

When she pulled back, Marken took this time to catch his own breath. Breathing softly through his nose only went so far, though he wasn't the gasping wreck that it looked like Ellanor had turned into. What he wasn't expecting, however, was her to push her lips to his a second time. His eyes went wide for a moment at it, before closing again. His hand entangled itself into her hair, pulling her lips to his more tightly. It was clear to him that she was enjoying this, to some extent, and so he was determined to enjoy the act too. This second kiss lasted much longer, before Ellanor finally decided to pull back from his lips again, a light pop sounded as their sealed lips broke apart. He looked into her eyes for a moment, his face void of all emotion save simple surprise and... Disappointment? Marken was disappointed, yes, that the kiss between the two of them was broken, however it couldn't last forever. However, a small smile then lit his face up, as he looked straight down at Ellanor.

He allowed her to pull away, his arms coming to lay at his side as he sat down in his own seat, still looking at Ellanor. She certainly had surprised him with her eagerness to kiss, once their lips had actually locked. Maybe he'd misjudged the girl? If this was supposed to be done frequently though, Marken certainly had no issues with that. He would happily press his lips to Ellanors again, and enjoy the feeling of the sparks that seemed to fly between them. her question brought him out of his reverie, and he smiled more widely to it.

"That felt perfect..." The words came out shakily, as a surprise to Marken. He thought he had more control of himself than that, not expecting himself to be nervous as well. No, that wasn't nervousness, but what was it? "However... Two kisses won't be nearly enough preparation, I don't think. Not if we're to look so..." He came to a loss for words as he spoke, not quite sure how to finish his sentence. "Passionate. No, we'll need to do that again..." The last words he uttered sounded more like a request, than an actual statement. Marken leaned back into his seat, waiting for Ellanor say something to him.