Angelica wanted to see his face when he realized her sartorial secret, but looking away proved to be her saving grace. They had never been this close before; had never touched. Feeling the weight of his hands through the fabric of her cloak and the knowledge that he hovered just inches behind, inspecting her as no living man has, left her holding her breath. Were she to step or even lean back, Angel was certain she would finally feel him against her, but she would not be the one to concede their game so soon. The feel of his words teasing the hairs framing her neck was almost enough to change her mind.

Collecting herself, she turned to him, "I did not want to catch a chill on that arduous journey from floo to floo. Though, I was hoping you would keep us both warm, Mr. Selwyn." She let that be for a split second before continuing, "The fire will certainly be up to the task.”

Taking in her surroundings quickly, she needed somewhere to look that was less dangerous than his face, Angel felt a jolt up her spine as it settled in that they were truly alone in his home, not a single gossip in sight. "A drink would be lovely, thank you." And if her racing heart was an indication, that drink might be necessary.