Good. He didn't say it, but it was clear enough from his expression, the way his smile softened ever so slightly and his eyebrows lifted a little, pleased, that he was happy with her response. With all of this, really. He was painfully formal, although some of it was just a way of speaking, a heavy dose of irony that always seemed to permeate everything. But the way he returned her kiss was as earnest as he ever was - warm and eager, if not quite as intense. He leaned back a little, very slowly, against the arm of the sofa. He wasn't going to change his mind, and he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could before she decided to throw him out.