And she wanted her painting? Caroline Forbes was confusing. She would likely always be confusing.
A pillow?
"Then we don't, then we talk about it. I assumed keeping it behind closed doors was what you wanted but by all means lets get chatty. I kissed you. I enjoyed every second of it and you kissed me back, and somewhere, behind all the guilt you enjoyed it too. And whatever that means I suppose is for us to work out."
She didn't work like that was right. Really, what she very much needed was just to be kissed again, less gentle perhaps than the last time, maybe she needed just for a little while to be less perfect. Maybe the guilt would fade for her then.
He led her back toward the study, still bemused she wanted the painting but not complaining either. Once there, and once it was in his hands, he held it out for her to take.
"You can go, you can stay and talk or I can kiss you again." he told her by way of choices, leaning back against the door waiting to see which way she'd go. There were less pillows in here, which he supposed was a good thing. Though he still had the one she'd thrown at him in hand and he was not afraid to retaliate if she go over dramatic again.