Lenally felt like time stopped. She knew she should have yanked her hand away. But she was a bit too late, as Lorenso took hold of her hand, and planted a kiss on it.<br/><br/>Anyone who knew her would see the flush go to her cheeks, but it was not a young maiden's blush. It was the flush of anger, rage at being kissed. No man had successfully done so, and now, in the midst of mixed company and unable to do as she normally would, she had no choice but to accept it.<br/><br/>She tried to smile, but those nearest, especially Henrik, would see an immediate need to remove her from the situation before the inevitable string of obscenities that would soon fill the echoing halls of the Theiri palace. "Yes.....that would be excellent." Lenally said, through a strained smile. She was not as adept as Henrik in hiding her emotions, remaining impassive. She'd have to work on that more in the future, she was almost certain Lorenso could read her like a book. As skilled as he sounded, it'd be silly not to expect that of him.<br/><br/>Lenally stepped back, her heart racing and her blood boiling. She'd remember that kiss, so she could punch his gut later. Or his face. Whichever was in easier reach.