She steps closer and his breath catches. He doesn't pull away, though, not even as she pushes those boundaries. He doesn't want to step away. A small, spiteful part of his mind whispers that this is a terrible idea. That this is something they'll both no doubt end up regretting- but he silences it. Consequences...well, he'll deal with them when the time comes. Or he won't.

He sees the out for what it is, but he doesn't take it. Instead, his hands moves to where hers lingers on his chest, taking it. His smiles softens, just a touch.

"Oh. I think we could practise something else entirely," there's not a flicker of hesitation as he leans in, pressing his lips against hers.