It's definitely not as bad as memory loss, but I'm not a big fan of having my free will or my judgement impeded.

[She glares, briefly, at the sprig of mistletoe over them. It could have been worse, that was true. None of her encounters so far had been anything beyond kissing, which was something she was incredibly grateful for, and none had been particularly volatile.

She sighs.]

I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend, or anything. I'm just not normally so--

[Affectionate?]

Touchy-feely. You've got it, though. At least, that's what the people in charge tell me.

[Some days she's less convinced than others.]