Her fingers slid around the mug. Her lashes fluttering down, only for one blissful moment, as she savored the heat against her hand. "It does, no doubt." She brought the cup up so that she could inhale the heat and savor the chocolaty smell, though she didn't take a sip just yet.
Quite glad that she hadn't, that she simply basked in the heat of the drink, when he confessed. If she'd had taken a drink she might have done something less than graceful, and choked on it or something equally as embarrassing. And rather than question, like she might have in the past. She simply reached out and brushed the back of her fingers, of the naked hand, against the back of his hand. "I've really missed you too, Tony." In more than one way. But she was still content in not to push things. There were mistakes she'd made the first time. And she was dead set not making them this time. Even if she spent more nights knocking herself out, with whiskey, just so she could get a full nights sleep, than she didn't. That wouldn't be something she would readily confess to him, or anyone else... Or at least not knowingly.