At first, she reciprocated warmly, but as he had expected, her mind caught up to their actions, and she began to resist. But not in a way he might have anticipated. Instead of calling him names, or running away, she took the blame upon herself, though he had instigated the kiss. Nor did she make any attempt to remove herself from his proximity.
It was almost as if she was begging him to continue, while putting on an act of demure embarrassment. Still, he knew her reaction was genuine, even if her body felt otherwise. Odin suspected the turmoil that must be going on in her mind. Sigyn wanted more, but a sense of duty to her espoused prevented her from acting upon it.
Holding her eyes again with his own, Odin smiled gently. "We all feel, my dear. You and I, we have become close, have we not? Such a thing is to be cherished, celebrated, not pushed aside as if it meant nothing. That," he emphasized, "would be dishonest and cruel. I know you are better than that."
Odin knew she was thinking of Loki. Should she bring him up, he had his own set of arguments for that. But he was not going to mention him if he could avoid it. He did not want her mind dwelling there. Instead, he kissed her cheek, then her eye, wanting to continue bombarding her with sensations.
"Allow me to show you how much I cherish you." It was nearly a whisper, his mouth still against her face as it slowly trailed back toward her mouth. "How much you mean to me."