[if anger had a visual in the dictionary, kate might be the physical representation, or so he figures based on the way she barrels in and glares right up at him.

and really he should probably heed her earlier warning about punching him, but what is love if not spending the rest of your life annoying someone you care for dearly? with that thought in mind, he does lower himself, albeit upside-down, letting a web handle his weight, until his eyes line right up with hers.]

Hi. Welcome home. I believe you may have said something about wanting to kiss my face?

[here comes the mistletoe, waved not unlike a white flag right in front of her.]

I also think you said something about tradition and not bucking it. Though, I might be paraphrasing a bit.