"His breath was fine," Juliana said, a bit too quickly. She'd specifically noticed it that morning, directly after he'd kissed her, but less because of the scent of it and more because it was a visceral reminder of his continued proximity to her. "And whether I like him or not — I hardly know him," she said, with a slight flush to her cheek. "I don't know that's even a question I'm qualified to answer, having met him so recently. But I certainly can't just — let him kiss me," she continued, the color on her cheeks deepening. "And especially not when there are still rumors about the pair of us from Mrs. Finch."