She could see his shadowed reflection against the tint of the window, faded and ghostly much as he was in his existence. Except now he was real and he was close and they were in a space that was limited in expanse. Before there had been rooms between them, a stage between them and now all that lingered was idle space.
Mag sighed softly and squared her bare shoulders.
Turning from the window she cast her sparkling eyes upon him again and tilted her head. Her study of him was brief. She took in every part she was able to see, capturing the essence of him in her vision thus locking his presence into her mind for recollection later. Perhaps there was an unlatched window or an unlocked door just begging to be opened....
"Now is not the time for history. The night begs for more, can't you hear it?" She whispered instead, keeping the silence crisp between them afterward.