He sets his glass on the table, a small smirk on his lips as he looks at her fondly. "s'definitely not what I meant," he murmurs quietly.

He lifts his right hand and brushes his thumb gently across her jaw. He licks his lips and smiles softly as he leans in, his lips hovering above hers, and whispers, "Is this okay?" He really, really wants it to be okay, but if she says no, he'll respect it.