She stills in her search for paper as he pauses her hunt for paper. She pinkens as he strokes her hair, looking down at him there. He's a changed man, that is as obvious as the nose on his face, and yet she had not been expecting him to so openly call her out on her wants.

"There is always much on my mind, no matter how I try to find stillness." She demurs even as she tilts her cheek into his touch. He is so different, almost a stranger to her... "But if you wish to find what is on the end of the thread you're pulling on, ahh... I am caught between wondering if I am taking advantage of the real you by being so open with you, the altered state, or wondering if you are taking advantage of my sweetness for the man you used to be."

Her eyes had sunk closed as she'd leaned into his touch but now they snap open again as she fixes him with a direct stare.

"For you would not be touching my hair if consorting with me was not on your mind." There's a glint of warning in her eyes against toying with her.