Edith rolled her head back on her neck when he kissed her. She wanted to pout, to stomp her foot and demand that he give it now, not soon. But instead she just nodded, wishing he would be more like Eward, at least in that aspect.
"Fine, Lysander," she said, almost stubbornly, letting go of his hands as she crossed her arms across her chest. "I will wait," she added, grumpily.