9th floor, right at midnight.
Cheeks flushed a tender shade of pink, highlighting the apples of her cheeks as she watched him lay his lips against her hand. Fingers curled against his, and finally, she couldn't hold back the small laugh of enjoyment that left her. "You... you would do that? Take me away from here...? From this... this prison she keeps me on?" She sounded hopeful, a little afraid, but that hope and desire to be free of her keeper's bonds overruled any hesitance she might have had.
Steps were taking towards him, closing a bit of the distance. "We would have to hurry though," Rapunzel urged him. "If we are to get away, we must hurry before she returns. She... I don't know what she would do if she found out!" Her voice was hushed, dropped to a tone where eavesdroppers would not here. It hardly came to her that only moments before he had said he was sent here by her mother. All that mattered now was that innocent desire to be free.