She held no fear as he approached - the carpet between them seemed to shrink inch by inch, swept up into the darkness that was him. He was like a shadow, dark and fierce and Mag found herself coated in his presence. It consumed her only because she allowed it.
Silently she watched him. His words made no move to shatter the moment as they might've in any other circumstance. Instead they only served to compliment the atmosphere and again Mag felt overwhelmed with the darkness. Her eyes shone bright into it and her gaze met his with confidence once he'd paused and braved himself to look upon her.
"I am now," came her reply. For all of the truth he avoided, the honesty, she gave enough for both of them. Her manner of dress was a calculated move not just chance. If he couldn't be bold, she would. If nothing came from it, she would leave and not look back but she hoped that her heart wasn't guiding her in the wrong direction. Love was a foreign thing to her still.