Malou was all too aware of the sensation of the warmth of his arm wrapping around her, holding her tight. So driven to dsitraction was she that she hardly heard the words, only taking in her new name which filled her with a tingling excitement which was all to quickly laid aside by the feel of his lips once again on her's.

It really wasn't fair to have a conversation while kissing. Malou couldn't follow any of it, nor could she form a proper - or logical - response. She made a humm of noise in response instead, having forgotten what it was she was supposed to be protesting in the first place. It was, therefore, probably a good thing Faustus had stepped away from her for she found she rather disliked being at such a disadvantage.

It was, she realized, the first time she had seen him without his jacket when he was not in a moment of crisis. Taking off a jacket was something that she saw every day and ought not to shock her. But in this intimate setting, alone together, with a man who had just throuhghly kissed her, it was intimate and warmed her cheeks. What ought she to do now? She wondered. It wasn't as if she had a coat to remove. Did he remove something now -

Her thoughts were cut short by his words and a sound a mixture of a laugh and gasp slipped across her lips as she exclaimed, "You wouldn't!"