[He runs suddenly-hesitant fingers up and down her forearms, skimming her skin with feather-light touches. Her offer is tempting, of course, but there's a part of him, that part of his brain full of honor and courtesy, that isn't affected by the melody in the air--and it's telling him not to give in just yet.]
action;
Are you--sure...?
[He runs suddenly-hesitant fingers up and down her forearms, skimming her skin with feather-light touches. Her offer is tempting, of course, but there's a part of him, that part of his brain full of honor and courtesy, that isn't affected by the melody in the air--and it's telling him not to give in just yet.]