"I'm inclined to let you." She turned in his hands, the small of her back resting against the balcony rail. He looked the same... if she hadn't been told already, she wouldn't even think to look for differences. He felt different, though - only slightly so, yes, but it was there. If she hadn't spent time with him and Henry, she'd probably never notice... it was as if some inner struggle had been resolved.
With a smile she placed her glass on the rail, then slid both hands up along his arms and shoulders, fingers curling around his neck. Intriguing or no, he was a mortal. She shouldn't be so pleased to see him. "But you said you wanted to talk. Seduction can wait, no?"