[ Though it quickly occurs to him that the melodist is even more oblivious than she initially seemed, it is hardly a matter worth raising an alarm for, so brushing it aside is what he promptly does.

After all, he merely wanted to give her a fair chance having valiantly fought his own way out of the green traps set up all over their house and now, the party as well. Should a possibility exist that they -- should they somehow get stuck underneath one despite his efforts... for once, he doesn't fear the concept of it, itself. ]

In that case, it makes me wonder if we have both been brought here by similar motivations.

[ Even without the mental images provided by the mistletoe he can already feel his face flaring up a little. ]

I am not familiar with the festivities, but they are meant to give you an opportunity to spend this time with those dear to you.

[ An update: flaring up a whole lot, the image completed by a sheepish smile. Well, nothing about that is false. ]