[ Where once her touch would have caused him to tense up with apprehension, it was somewhat strange how now he looked forward to the contact. Having those precautions in place - that sinking feeling that he had forgotten some important warning about her - seemed like such a faraway memory now. One he would spend no more time seeking out.
But something about her past-tense put him on edge. 'Were'? Did something happen to them? His eyes were on her as she moved, one foot shifting to bring him that move closer, desiring that touch again. ] I don't know Suzaku. Not personally, I mean. [ He's heard the name here and there -- it would be hard for anyone in Marina not to know him, after a while, but they've never spoken. ]
But... who was the girl? [ It could be any number of his friends, though whether she meant "woman" or an actual young girl, was up for interpretation. ]