"I'm glad." Severus moved closer as well and put his arm 'round Sappho's shoulders. She looked a touch sad, and when she sighed, he bent his head to peck her brow. "Is something the matter, my dear?" he whispered, leaning closer to her ear. Suddenly he wondered if she hadn't been humouring him about his pathetic attempt at writing a poem, or if she was no longer having a good time. Did she want to dance? Or go for a walk? Was she simply tired of being with him? He couldn't help frowning as he awaited her answer.