He wasn't going anywhere - forcing anything or making her leave if she did not reciprocate. No, Emmeline was always welcome to stay, as long as it was safe to stay in his flat. If his cover were ever blown, well, that was an entirely different issue, but that wasn't...part of this. If she needed...time, however much time, to figure stuff out, Kingsley was comfortable waiting. No, that was not the right word, as he was fairly certain waiting wasn't comfortable. Already it hadn't been, but she had been honest, which was more important.
Kingsley didn't know if there were much left to say in the conversation. If she figured it out and she liked him and she dealt with enough that she wanted to, he would be there. They had a war to fight after all, along with loving each other in some way or another. And Kingsley wasn't going to let her die (...again?). Em knew that. That was what mattered.
Okay, Kings...was already leaning in toward her as she pulled him. And he...kissed her back, quite amazed at it. His hand rose to cup her cheek, and even as they kissed, Kingsley smiled, breathing in her scent. It was not the first time he had been close enough to smell everything that made her smell like she did. But...kissing her was brilliant, and Kings lengthened the kiss a little longer. Mmmmmmmmm.