The kiss was a surprise she hadn't anticipated. Of course, she'd felt the chemistry brewing between them. She sighed into the kiss, melting into it some, but not... hotly like she had had with Magnus. Vaguely familiar feelings stirred within her. She wasn't dead yet, it seemed. But even still, she gave a soft breath and eased away. Her eyes met his, she said, "I fear I am out of practice. I haven't kissed a man since my daughter's father." She didn't feel dirty with Mark, like she had Magnus, either. It was different.