(the touch is-- ㅤㅤwarmer than he expects. ㅤㅤaway from the doctor's touches, maybe humanity is left still. its not conscious, how he leans into her, half touch-starved.) ”folllowin'your lead, madame,„ (french still, clumsy on his mouth.)
".. I know he isn't coming." She bad some to a little bit. Its approval to be a flirt if he wished to be. Her memories come and go. But thankfully she remembers they intend to go out to a dinner and dance. Her hand strokes his cheek gently. "Would you like to go soon?"