The almost hyper-focused state he was in was not lost to the woman. Aleyda could see the looks that played in his eyes, the interest, how focused he was on her. Not to mention the fact that he seemed far more relaxed around her than she would have expected. She would have blamed it on the alcohol but it didn't have enough of an effect on him to take down the instincts he had, those that had kept him alive this long, allowed him to survive. If the alcohol had enough of an effect to take down his natural defenses, or even effect them at all, she doubted he would be so fond of the liquid. Of course, by the same token, she was fairly relaxed herself. That didn't mean she wasn't hyper-aware of her surroundings as she always was, that was something she couldn't turn off even if she wanted to. She was generally relaxed even in the most stressful of situations, after all, that was part of what made her good at both of his jobs. However, this was different. Relaxation that was merely the instinct of someone who thrived under pressure, and true relaxation were different, and this was the latter rather than the former.<br/><br/>She was glad the topic dropped after what she had said about the research. Speculation was pointless, especially if it wasn't based on more facts than were currently available to them. They would find her father's research and then she could examine it and draw a conclusion, until then, thinking on it further was a waste of time and energy, and it would take her mind off of more important things. They would get their answers, she would finally get some answers after all this time, but it wouldn't be tonight. She had waited a long time for those answers, she could wait a little longer.<br/><br/>She tilted her head curiously as he pulled the amulet out with careful tenderness, which told her that it was something of importance to him, perhaps something given to him by someone he cared for. A mother, perhaps? "Yes, I imagine they are." she replied, her tone somewhere between casual and absentminded. When he kissed the amulet, she watched as it changed. Perhaps this was the kind of lock that kept her father's secrets safe. But perhaps it was her blood rather than her touch that would open it? If the woman wanted the research, she wouldn't kill her unless she didn't need her. It would be easy enough to collect some of her blood, it could be used even if she was dead. Of course, there is no telling if the woman even knew that, she may have simply wanted her out of the way and this was merely a coincidence, although she didn't believe in coincidences. At any rate, the speculation was, again, pointless. They would find out soon enough.<br/><br/>She smiled a little at his comment about his mother. "Did she practice magic?" she wondered aloud.<br/><br/>She was grateful that he accepted her trust, and more so that he didn't wish to speak about it, nor did he question it. Both were pointless endeavors that would get them nothing. If they trusted each other for whatever reason, that was good enough. She doubted that either could explain their reasoning in any logical manner anyways, so that only made it more pointless. She was simply glad that he seemed to feel the same way, which made it easier on both of them.<br/><br/>Regardless of the glass he used to cover it up, she caught the slight pout and gave a little smirk as she moved to lean against the counter. She smiled, this time more flirtatious than coy, "Yeah." she spoke in a voice so soft it was barely above a whisper. She caught the way he bit his lip, how his eyes strayed before he captured her lips and pulled her into a light kiss. She smiled a little against his lips before returning the kiss, letting her arms slip up to wrap around his shoulders gently. Her eyes met his fiery gaze briefly before they slid shut and she moved closer so that she pressed gently against him.