"I'm not fl-" Her innocent denial is cut off by his kiss, and she melts a little into it. It's been days since they've properly kissed. Astounding how she can feel it's loss so sharply in so little time, when she'd lived without it for years before.

When he pulls back, her breathing is a little faster, chest rising and falling with each brief inhale and exhale. Her eyes shift restlessly between his eyes and his mouth.

"Which one are you going to choose?" She's probably not helping his decision making, with that breathy tone of voice of hers.