His hand found the dip of her spine and he began to run his fingers up and down along its length, stopping low on her back and trailing all the way up to the base of her neck before working his way back down. His fingertips moved slow and sure, smooth and graceful over her shirt. He sighed as he met her eyes and frowned a little. "That's what really kind of concerns me about all of this. If we want any answers we'll have to try and catch the Huntsman alive and find out how to make him talk. He's the only one left with any information about Gregor or Oliver. Unless your brother had a journal he kept from you, or there's more in Gregor's notes."<br/><br/>He lifted his hands to cradle her head and leaned down a little, though, keeping his eyes on hers. "But we aren't about to lay here discussing what ifs. That's for busy time." He kissed her, slow and soft, and broke after only a few seconds. "I have better things to do with you than worry over hypotheticals. At least for right now." He kissed her again, his arms sliding around her shoulders and middle. He parted again, though he nipped briefly at her lip as he did. His hand lifted to smooth her hair back out of her face. "Has anyone told you before that you're beautiful?"