Katherine looked away from Eward at his order to remove her cloak. It felt as though she were some whore learning the rules of her trade, but despite it she was glad to be rid of the troublesome garment, if only for the sudden grand coolness she felt. She saw no place to put it, and so dropped it neatly on the floor by the door. Seeing no reason to respond to his comments about her appearance, Katherine brushed them off as if they'd not happened; there was no reason to come up with more reasons to loathe him when she had to convince herself to like him for one horrendous moment in time.
Taking a step forward, Katherine scowled at how patronizing Eward was being to her when what she was about to do was for his pleasure and amusement only, even if it helped her in the end. She took a deep breath, trying to relax the furrows of disapproval on her face, and, too, hoping she'd not completely embarrass herself. With one more step she stood directly in front of Eward, so close that they were practically flush, and carefully placed a hand behind his neck, pulling his face towards hers and gently pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.