Is it, love? Here we are, meeting for the first time on neutral ground... [Steps just the tiniest bit closer, breathing out] Surely that's noteworthy enough for you?
And if we wanted... [we could touch] [He lifts his hand up, as if he's going to do something as ridiculous as tap her on the tip of her nose, or something as intimate as touch her cheek -- but ultimately does neither, instead reaching out to touch at the hood of her cloak again, just sliding his thumb down along the fabric, shifting closer still for a moment before he's drawing his hand back]