Looking down at his hands as they took her own, she smiled faintly. Raising her eyes to look at him once more, she tilts her head yet again, trying to think on how to word things, how best to broach the subject. Sighing, she shakes her head, looking as if she's given up. Just when he might think she has, she seems to resolve something and leans up and forward, quickly brushing her lips across his before starting to lean back, unless stopped. When words failed, actions spoke louder than words....