Misa stiffens, surprised when Lazarus takes the initiative to kiss her, but she soon softens into it. If he doesn't mind the taste of his semen lingering on her tongue, she won't argue. The kiss is nice, reassuring in it's normality. It feels like assurance that they will be okay.

She raises a hand to touch his cheek, gentle and tentative after the near-violence of her blowjob.