Anthony completely forgot about summer holidays. With that being the case, it gave him a month-long opening to get quite a bit done. In that, the castle would likely be more sparse, and perhaps he could sneak in and help another servant escape. Just as important was that Pansy would be easier to find, and after what he was going to do tomorrow, escaping to Paris didn't seem like a bad choice.
With the intention of telling her that, and letting her know that he would return to the castle to see her before then, if he could, Anthony was instead caught off guard by the distraction her lips posed as they touched his. His hands were already moving to the small of her back, fitting close to her lithe form so he could memorize the way she fit against him. All he had come for was a glimpse, not even quite expecting her to open the door for him. Touching her, kissing her...that was more than he would have asked for.
But his mouth went dry when she made her request. He knew that it wasn't purely sexual, what she wanted from him. This was emotional sex. Making love. Feeling each other once more before he left. Taking what time they had in case his plans went awry. The tremor that ran inside of him, through his stomach, was because Anthony was fully aware that they were embarking on something serious.
There was no way he could keep himself from her. Even though he was scared of what it meant, and of saying words that he had never once spoken.
His eyes were on hers, as he nodded in agreement. They both knew he wasn't merely acquiescing to her. He wanted it, too. He wanted to have Pansy because it was her.