Kenshin had heard her coming, his finely honed senses trained over the years. He couldn't easily been gone, nothing but a rustling of book pages and curtains, but something kept his feet planted on the ground so that she could see him, startled if not by the fact that he was the one leaving gifts for her, than by his presence remaining in her room. His own eyes portrayed a wideness and look of obvious surprise that was the most straightforward emotion she'd probably seen from him.
He could not find the appropriate words to say, and so he indulged his instincts, the ones he had largely ignored for centuries since his legend had reached its known conclusion. Stepping forward, the vampire rested his hands on her waist, drawing her close against him as he leaned down to brush his cool lips to hers.