Lachlan did not make the connection between Viola's languid stretch and that of a satisfied feline. He disliked and distrusted cats a great deal, and his feelings for the woman pressed against him were far from that. He hummed absently, an amused note at the idea that she was in any way naive. "I told you, Captain, that you hadn't fooled me."
The light kiss was both accepted and returned, and the truth was that her considerate reassurance wasn't particularly needed. No two people could experience what they just had and walk away needing more. At least not right away, not until they saw each other again.
Lachlan had been about to answer with his supposedly meagre plans for the night when Viola grinned and continued to speak. It didn't seem as though she particularly wanted to talk about what he was going to do (a good thing, really), and so he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "Should I be worried that someone is going to lay an unwanted hand on you? I can make space in my busy schedule to deal with anyone so foolish as to dare try that." Given Viola's Gift, no one could really touch her without her permission, provided she saw them coming. But it was a party, all the poxed tourists and most of the village was going to be there. It wasn't hard to imagine some drunken Catcher approaching from behind with misguided ideas about taking what they wanted.