[ Guilford's mouth forms a thin line, which is when he first notices how dry they are. Before, he wasn't really paying attention. Her closeness is a discomfort more for what it means for her than for him, though he would be lying if he said he was fine with this on a personal level.
He will see to that device's destruction personally. Euphemia does not need this humiliation.
Finally, he lets out the breath he was holding and nods. ] Very well then. Please, allow me the honor once more, Princess. [ The hand that he somehow did not lower once again tenses against her soft cheek and he leans down to capture her in a kiss that is no less tense, but one he is more prepared to linger. If that is what it will take, then that is what he will do. ]