It took physical effort for Kina not to flinch... not to lean in as he slid closer. Don't move, don't move, don't move she chanted in her head... the electric thrum of it setting the air abuzz around her. Setting her jaw, it was everything she could do to control the twitch at the corner of her lips as he reached for her... but to her surprise, his grip landed not on her hand, nor even her shoulder, but... of all places... her thigh. 

Kina wasn't daft. Far from it, in fact. And there was no part of her that didn't immediately lurch into analytical mode as she glanced down at the place where his hand now touched bare skin... the dress that he had chosen just short enough to bare the slightest peek of flesh with her seated.  For a moment her eyes rested on his hand, then slowly moved up to meet his gaze; the familiar light in her dark eyes curious, observant, and assessing. Though she made no remark as her gaze flickered back and forth.

Even in this modern era, that was a more personal touch than appropriate between mere associates... more so for someone raised in a bygone age of refined modesty and social grace. And Christian was nothing if not always purposefully calculating. So what the fuck? 

It seemed their roles reversed as his hand slid upward ever so slightly. He smiled as he admitted how happy her decision made him, and she took on the role of remaining blank and reactionless. Was this a test? A slip? A joke? Maybe it was nothing. But was anything ever nothing with Christian? It surely didn't seem that way thus far. 

As he leaned back, Kina smoothed her skirt; a silent glance toward the door excusing Amelia from their presence. She was a bit taken aback, but her expression remained calm and kind. "See. That wasn't hard. And now there is no need to guess at what my expectations should be," she teasingly chastized him. "I would not, in fact, have assumed you intended such an involved role for me. Which is why I asked for clarification," she explained with a growing smile. "Of course." She answered with finality, her voice a veritable coo, " You honour me and my family with your trust and recognition. It would be my pleasure and my privilege to remain at your side... truly. For however long you may choose to have me."

Standing, she moved to the small drink cart that stood next to the fireplace and carefully poured one extra dry dirty martini and a glass of sweet white wine. Sauntering slowly to the couch... either for show or for fear of spilling the drinks (perhaps both)... she handed him the martini with a smirk. "Shall we seal the deal, then?" she crooned, lifting her glass as she slipped onto couch a little closer, "To us?"