"Oh I understand completely," she was ultra aware of her hand being on his thigh. It was hard not to be and even harder to ignore the desire to do two extremes with that hand. Either she could take it back completely or.. she could be simply awful and let that hand slide just a bit further up. She did neither.
"I fear I won't get much time to read fiction this year. I think if I follow through with helping students in their studies with creating the groups I'll be re-reading textbooks of all sorts just to be of some use."
She grew quiet, took up her glass of wine to sip on and let her eyes drift over his face. He was rather pleasing to look at. She wasn't much of an artist but sometimes Lyra had insane desires to draw and right now she was aching to do a sketch of him.
"You know you have such wonderful eyes," she sighed, the words coming as the more wine she sipped the more relaxed she seemed to feel.