Lydia let herself guide it along, increasing and decreasing the pressure periodically before opening her mouth the tiniest bit to trace his lips with her tongue. There was an underlying urgency that she could feel pulsating from the inside out, but she managed to calm her own racing heart to take it slow. "Vous êtes envoûtante," she whispered, flushing at his words.
She could feel the length of his torso pressing against hers, and it set another fire burning at the pit of her stomach. It wouldn't have been the first time that she'd let things move quickly, but that was something she wanted to change. It was wonderful and she felt all the right butterflies in their appropriate tingly places, but this could easily go somewhere that neither of them were ready for. "Armand," she managed to get out hoarsely as they broke apart. "We should probably eat dinner." She was hopeful that reminding him of what they had originally come into his apartment for would re-focus them without seeming like she wasn't interested. Because she more than definitely was.