Her mouth was set into an angry line as he spoke. He was wrong about that, as well. She had attempted talking to him, but whether she just had abysmal timing or he really was too interested in his work to put it on the back burner for her she couldn't say. All she knew was that she'd done everything she could think of to get his attention and it had all failed. That he didn't remember any of it was no surprise to her. There were times when his tunnel vision was so acute that even pinching him elicited no more than a distracted wave of his hand as if to shoo off an annoying insect. And hadn't<em>that</em>done wonders for her self esteem.<br/><br/>She had finally worked through how she wanted to tell him all of that, to explain that she<em>had</em>talked to him and that the elaborate hoops were ever more desperate attempts to penetrate that shell of concentration he so often cloaked himself within when he stood and pushed the table to the side. The sudden motion caught her off guard, and she stepped back, her mouth still slightly open from her intention to speak up.<br/><br/>But that didn't catch her nearly as flat-footed as when he actually told her that he did find her attractive and followed that up with a kiss.<br/><br/>Once her head stopped reeling she pulled back and slapped him full against one cheek. "That's for not realizing that<em>you're</em>the one that makes it impossible for us to communicate." Then, before he could do anything else she leaned in and kissed him back.<br/><br/>As angry as she was, she wasn't stupid and she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through her fingers. They'd have to figure out later what the hell to do with his new slave, but for now he was finally paying attention to her, and only her, for the first time since the honeymoon practically. Technology was wonderful, but there were just some things that it couldn't render obsolete; at least not yet.