She turned her hand over so that her fingers laced with his. "Well, it's a little hard to change that right now." Unless he were to start staying in the hotel. Her own cheeks looked as if she'd run a few miles.
Though her cheeks felt so very very hot, she leaned over the table toward him, and whispered. "So... nothing for lust? Or.." Her free hand left her tea glass, and she lifted her index finger so that it was curved, before she straightened it out. Why not go for broke? She knew she her face couldn't get any redder.