He'd spent so much time, over the last five months, gracing her with little touches, that she didn't really think anything of this. She was high on sugar and buzzed on wine, and feeling dopey from the music, and so what if a powerful man who said she was his favorite wanted to stroke her wrist a little. It was harmless, right?
It wasn't like it was going to go any further.
"You have left an impression on me too," she nodded, "you do such amazing work, and you work so hard, but then you do beautiful things like play the piano with such heart, and make delicious food - I like that I get to know that part of you."