Part of him had been expecting her to say that she still wasn't ready and he would have been alright with that, he really would, but then she says that and a shiver goes all of the way through him. He takes a moment, taking his glasses off his sweater and putting both them and his tea down on the table. He leans in, eyelashes fluttering, his fingers coming up to skim along her jaw as he presses his mouth to hers. It's gentle, at first. Chaste. It's a start.