He doesn't pull away, and it encourages her to keep going. Not overbearingly so like she's someone paid to alleviate his loneliness and feed his desires, but enough to let him know that she's genuinely interested in him. Her arms slowly come up and around his neck as she continues kissing him; slow, savoring, lingering.

Had it been like this with her parents, she wonders? A relationship that started out as entirely political, but later blossomed into something more? She'd never doubted how much her parents loved each other, and even if she didn't understand it back then, she knew now that even in death, they had chosen each other. She felt a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe, she could have something of the same.

"Mmm. And it's a long night." Long enough for two people who have trouble sleeping, anyway. "We have time."