Her mouth returned briefly to his own, to perform a different sort of dance. Beyond his unique taste there were additions. Sweat, and renewed sorry. Blood, possibly from when his jaw had struck the floor. But Reinette was no more capable of turning away from those, than she was of turning away from him. The kiss deepened.

She was not seeking to pusnish him. Nor did she wish for utter dominance. Rather, it was assurance she seemed to be probing for. There was nothing more calculated than that in her wish for him to speak his mind on this matter. For all that their courtship may had been achingly slow to Reinette? She could only begin to fathom how reckless it seemed to him.

She turned to sit on the bed, eyes never breaking with the Doctor's own.

"And I will only allow you to meet me, if it is what you desire as well."