Susan goes easily. She's debating taking control of the kiss, setting the pace, playing it up. Showing off, a little; she's kissed countless people, and she's very good at it. It's been a while, though, since she kissed someone she genuinely likes, as a person and as a friend. She tells herself not to rush, not to get ahead of herself, not to forget who it is she's kissing. She rubs her thumb gently along Lancelot's hairline, and her other against the back of his hand.