Tempest thought for a moment after he spoke, her fan stopped as her eyes met his. She quickly flipped the fan with her wrist and closed it. Her small sly smile still on her lips as her eyes again met his. Tempest very smoothly and elegantly lifted her wine glass to her lips and finished off the wonderful wine within it. Placing her glass down she smiled once more and took Roberts hand over hand, "What is life if we do not live it?" Tempest said as she stood slowly, "Shall we?" she said, part of her afraid but part of her ready to embrace the unknown.