She breathes a soft, wry laugh.

Turning to face him, she lets the charm rest against her breast once more and reaches for his face. She kisses him tenderly, mouth just feathering his, warm, slick, and slow.

Sighing, her fingertips run the length of his jaw as she pulls away. She collects her cocoa from the floor, and gets to her feet, walking the few paces to the table in the corner. She takes a few sips of lukewarm chocolate, and then turns around, leaning against the table with him in her line of sight.

Just quietly watching him.