Hearing Claer's voice is the only thing that distracted her as Kalab brough his hand up to circle fingers around the blade that was pressed upon his throat.  For a moment, aggitation fluttered over the features of her face at hearing the voice, but when she felt movement, her eyes sharply cast back towards Kalab.<br/><br/>He had spoke, but she had been distracted by the other voice to remember what he had said.  Something about how he would not regret it.  Her eyes caught his and for a moment, she was frozen there.  The touch of his knuckles against her cheek caused the flesh to tingle and she drew in a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her throat.  What the hell was wrong with her?  Why wasn't she stopping him?<br/><br/>And then he kissed her.  It was a small thing, chaste.  But the moment his lips brushed hers, she was lost in herself.  For that split second, nothing but the two of them were there.  But then something in her gut, her instinct picked up on something.  She couldn't tell what it was, but it was enough to snap her out of it.<br/><br/>Instinctively, her free hand, balled in a fist swung towards his jaw to hit it's mark.  Her other hand which held the blade, attempted to jerk it back out of his hand.  "Do that again and it won't be my fist that meets your face next time."  She drew in a breath, trying to steady her racing heart.  Her eyes flitted around them, trying to tell if they were being watched.<br/><br/>When she saw nothing, her eyes finally shifted back to him.  "Where was it you wanted to go to talk?  I want to get this over with."  She kept her face as neutral as she could.  She still struggled with the pull she felt for him.  What was it about this man?  She didn't have a clue and that was what scared her.