There is something very powerful about standing up in front of a wibbly man who is stressed because maybe you'll kill him with a broom, or whatever is going on right now. Crysta only takes advantage of that for a moment, and then sinks to her own knees in front of him, her hands lighting on his very bony kneecaps. Since this is lightly worrying, legitimately. "Like. Why. That's not scary. You don't even have to." (Lest this is a Kissing Girls is Gross Thing, as originally suspected.)