When Sasha's fingers playfully caressed his tie, John smiled, glancing down at the slender digits. Looking back up, he replied, "Practice does make perfect, or so they say," chuckling lightly and taking a sip of his wine. As she continued to speak, he tilted his head also, perhaps in a slight jokey way, mimicking her movement. "Why? What else can you teach me, Sasha?" he teased before laughing and lifting her hand to kiss the back of it.
She had already taught him quite a bit in their budding relationship.
"Ah, you mean the New Year's kiss? It is an old tradition, one that I feel is very appropriate when in the right company," John replied, smiling. Although perhaps there was a hint of sadness in his blue eyes. In truth, he had never performed the tradition himself, not for a very, very long time.