In that moment, she did, because he asked her too. She breathed deeply, appearing to labor just to lift her lungs. Her eyes flick down his body, not drinking it in, but a fast steal of vision, edged in sharp bones. "No--I mean--I do. I don't know what came over me. I think I'm just..." She made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. "Just..." What was she saying? "Tired."