"You don't want me to kiss you," she said quietly. "At all, ever?" Why was that so confusing to her? And ... disappointing? Was she disappointed? Potter would be happy to snog her senseless, so it couldn't just be about kissing. No, it definitely had to be about Severus.
"Where does it take you, Sev?" she murmured. If it was a place he didn't want to go - really didn't want to go - then she'd make an effort to stop.
There was a bit of sadness to it, too - places he didn't have any business being? Where would that be? Happy? She scoffed silently, though her head twitched a little with the motion of it. "But I'll stop, if you'd rather."