She studied him, not so much with her eyes - it was hard to glance at someone who was so close to you - but with her whole sensory system. The way he held her, his smell, his even breathing as they danced, leaving the music to be the only sound.
Katherine did not say a word until she heard the disturbance in his breaths. It would be a shame to drag the man from whatever place his mind was in. "My father taught me that I should make up my own mind about everything, including himself. He answers my questions but never tries to actively stir my opinion into a direction. Do not get me wrong, I am not naive enough to believe that he could not manipulate me in a more subtle way which I might not be able to grasp. But the moment we open our mouths we manipulate others, don't we? Whether we want to or not. What is it that you teach Abigail?"