"Oh, it's genius," Magnus tells Galahad. "Let me try to remember. The first two aren't even kissing, they're just, like kinds of cuddling I think." He doesn't need to remember, Lancelot has already kissed Laertes. "Then three is a good night kiss and four is a kiss for three or more minutes without a breath, though Georgia did say a kiss to save a life, like for example when you're freezing to death and you don't want to die without trying it and then it gives you enough warmth to make it to Skadi's ice castle, um, just for example, is still only a three, so it's not about, like, implications, just duration. I think maybe five is french kissing and six is, like, um," he frowns. "Hickies? And then there's above the belt around people, for some reason, and then above the belt not around people, for some other reason? I think, um." What did Georgia say? "The whisper of tensionosity. In the air. Or... I don't know. And nine is, like, uh, below the belt. Ten is sex." He's definitely forgetting something.