She was disappointed when he drew away, and pouted briefly up at him, fingering the fabric of his shirt idly as she pushed herself away from the cold stone wall of the house. His arms were still around her and she laughed at his assertion that they were training. Training in what exactly? But for once she didn't mind doing something that wouldn't improve her swordmanship skills.
"If you want to go... this isn't very conducive to walking," she commented, and slipped free of his grasp, a playful light in her eyes. She rather liked it that he didn't want to take his hands off her, but she was getting incredibly anxious about this secret place he was taking her and just what she would find there.
She grabbed for his hand again and tugged at his arm. "Come on, which way?" She squeezed lightly, her fingers twining with his. "If you don't tell me soon I may go mad. And then I won't let you kiss me again," she demured, giving him a serious look and turning her nose up. She was lying of course, but it was possible the false threat would get him moving again.