So just a short continuation for all of you who asked.
Thank you for the wonderful reviews. ^^

Enjoy. And if you don't, just remember that you asked for this. All it really is is a rushed little version of what I was thinking would happen.

(by the way, Tiger Priestess hit the nail head on to what I had in mind; Chat knows about Mari being LB (he saw her when she de-transformed before going to the bakery))

Updated March 2018

"Ahhh... nothing about it. That... must-" he slid a finger under the collar of his suit and readjusted it, clearing his throat, "that must have been embarrassing."

Her eyes blinked once then narrowed. "That is what I said," she drew out slowly, curiously eyeing the stain of his cheeks. "What's the matter? I figured you'd be doubled over laughing at me."

"Oh, I never laugh at you, Princess," he was able to clarify. "Never." The way his eyes purposely found hers with such earnest emotion had her biting her lip, and this time it was her whose face coloured rose. She coughed lightly into her fist and brushed back her bangs.

"So, what's up then?" He looked like he was about to make a run for it, so she grabbed a hold of his wrist. Apparently that was a bad idea because he jumped, eyes shooting to where her fingers wrapped around the base of his palm. She didn't let go, though, and felt his pulse triple under her fingertips.

He managed to calm down after a few breaths, face returning to its normal shade, for the most part, and pulse slowing. "Nothing," he assured, but she gave him a doubtful glare. "Honest!"

She sighed, pulling him closer by his wrist. "Chaa...," she started, but trailed off with a drop of her heart and leap of her stomach. Her eyes were trained on his hair, the smallest possible portion of it. Confused, he followed her gaze. Or tried to, anyways, because his eyes could only see upwards to a certain extent. His hand came up to paw at his bangs.

"What? What's the matter?" Her eyes dropped down to stare him in the face, mouth parted in shock and expression terrified. Her face was so red that he doubted it would ever return to normal. It got worse with every flick of her eyes over his features, seeming to be comparing him to a memorized picture.

As if suddenly remembering she was grasping his wrist, she tore her hand away from his immediate space. Hesitantly, her hand came up to point at his forehead where his stray bangs brushed above his eyes. "You-" her voice cracked and she cleared her throat to try again, "You have some paint... in uh. In your hair," she squeaked out. "It's... purple," and by the last word, her voice was impossibly small.

He flushed again and his hand reached up to search for the offending colour. Seems he didn't shampoo quite well enough. That or she had some incredible quality paint. "Oh, uh, would you look at that? I guess I do, don't I?"

Her hands covered her face and she sunk down behind the counter. He blinked, leaning over and across to peer down at her. She was sitting on her knees, crown of her head resting against the wall of the counter. "Please tell me I'm dreaming, Chat," she moaned helplessly.

A laugh bubbled from his lips because all of a sudden he realized how ridiculous this whole thing was. "'Fraid not, Princess."

She groaned, slowly leaning to the left until she fell on the floor. She rolled onto her back and drew her fingers away from her eyes to stare up at Chat, watching as he crossed his arms on the counter top and smirked down at her. "I hate you," she scowled, annoyed at how smug he was.

The smirk morphed slowly into this wicked little thing of a grin, eyes glinting in delight. "Au contraire, Princess," he sang. "From what I hear, you actually feel quite the opposite about me." He watched her without falter as she stood back up to face him across the counter. She cleared her throat, not really looking him in the eye.

"So uh, I guess telling that story was kind of pointless. Since you were... there," she pursed her lips, rocking back and forth from her heels to the balls of her feet.

Taking a slow breath, he grinned gently and leaned closer yet. "I thought your side of the story was rather... enlight-kitten."

"...get out."

THE actual END

And if you still can't go from there, just imagine that he laughs, grabs her face, and plants one on her. That's what I was figuring, anyways, but I liked this ending better. c: