At first he allows her to lead, recapturing the only other time they had been this close in a perverse symmetry. Here it is breathe to breath, barely touching - he holds them there like this for one second, two seconds, three. The bots give no reaction, and truth be told that's not the one he is looking for.
It's not long that his hands find their place at her waist, that he uses this grip to urge her closer, that his head tilts a degree and his lips meet against hers with all the purpose that she so decidedly lacks.