Antony was completely and utterly surprised by her behavior, especially since he knew she had not had a drink. She was not normal, not conventional, he knew that and yet he was not prepared. He was so taken off guard that he nearly fell over when she pulled away from him, and he could do nothing but watch her go, his mind going completely blank.
Not that it was a bad thing, Antony was often told he thought too much.
He blinked a few times, it clearing his mind a little, and he realized she was already back sitting behind the table. He did his best to try to get his mind back on the painting, but he decided it wasn't what he wanted in that moment. He crossed the space between the easel and the table and he leaned over the table, kissing her lips sweetly.