[He smiles unabashedly at the implication. Another step puts him within centimeters of her, his hands hover near her hips, his gaze fixed on hers. He invades and suffocates what space of her own she has left, making no contact until he raises one hand to carefully brush away a few strands of hair from her face. In that same long, drawn out moment he leans in, tilting his head to speak with a hushed but sure tone into her ear.] Shall we be rid of them then?