She listened as he explained the inner workings of a grandfather clock, from the swing of the pendulum to the movement of the hands. Of course it was hard to concentrate on some of the things he said when all she could think about was the warmth of his embrace on a cold, winter day. Her teeth gently bit into her lower lip whenever he wasn't looking, and when he was, she was nodding and smiling at his explanation. "Frederic..." she said low, her hand moving up to touch his arm. She didn't know what compelled her to do so, but there it was. Her eyes dropped from his then and she said almost painfully, "I should go before something happens." Again, she didn't want to go, she wanted him to kiss her, damn it. She did not back away nor remove her hand from his sleeve.