Merope turned a shade of pink as he forwardly moved so he was sitting much closer than before. She found his behaviour slightly unnerving, but she made no motioned to retract her body. Jonathan was more more persistent than he had been previously, his eyes focusing on hers, staring right into her own and she finally turned her head down so her eyes on her hands.
"I-I don't want to, Jonathan. I don't want to." She frowned, her body was fidgeting, eyes looking around for an escape should she need to get up when he was too hoarding for her. Leaning into the chair, she slouched and allowed her hair to veil her face.