The gentle sound of her name on his lips and the warms of his fingers on her elbow stilled Dahlia. "But-" She tried to object before he spoke her name again. He was right, of course, but it did little to help her embarassment. He'd likely think her some clumsy foolish girl now - not the beautiful poised lady he had thought he was marrying. Alright so maybe he had known she wasn't exactly poised, but she rather thought he hadn't known what a foolish girl she was. At least she wasn't clumsy generally - only when she got grand ideas in her mind like this apparently.

Dahlia watched as he calmly cleaned up her mess. Her eyes catching on his jacket-less shoulders. She could see through the white cotton of his shirt just a bit, it hinted at more than she'd seen before. She wondered what it would feel like under her bare fingertips and the thought did nothing to cool her embarassed heat. To distract herself she peeled off her traveling gloves and placed them next to his wand and the abanoned wine glasses

Could it be, Dahlia wondered, as his gaze settled on her and he stepped closer, that he didn't think any less of her? Dahlia didn't have time to be concenered about anything else because his lips were on her's again, pulling her into him to press her in tight. It was just an intimate embrace but as their lips met and she was aware of every spot they touched, Dahlia found it - calming and crazying. Her body relaxed into the kiss, sinking into his embrace, her fingers touching his neck as her arms wrapped around him, her fingers reaching into his hair. There was no more time for thoughts, concerns, or advice, it was just Dahlia and Quin. And for the moment she reveled in that feeling.