That's was true, if anyone could be a spy, it could be her. She was usually paid no mind, no one even bothered to speak to her most of the time. The stroke offer was welcomed and fully accepted, so was his palm rubbing behind the back of her neck, the soft, delicate skin there finding a slight chill and shiver from his warm hand.
"I can speak to snakes...I'm not very good at anything else." Merope bit her lips rather hard before managing to say her desire,"..W-would you...kiss me again?" She frowned, her confidence fleeting with every millisecond, she had even stopped stroking the skin on his back.