Reinette tilted her own mouth upward, bring it close to her partner's ear. Through the course of a turn she had to bring herself up in her toes to do so. She could feel the warmth of her own breath returning to her, taste how it was altered by his skin. Her hair brushed his cheek.

"Strange. That is not how I remember it at all."

The distance between them stretched again, into something more accepted. But not quite. She was not one to yield so much.

"I suppose that much depends on how you define your amusements."