"I was afraid," she replied softly, looking down, but not moving away, "Of myself and what I am, but I decided that I don't care."

She did lean back ever so slightly when he leaned for another kiss, placing her finger on his lips, a teasing brightness to her eyes.

"I'm an interrogator," she reminded him, "I ask questions too, though I generally keep the answers confidential."

She stepped into his space, lightly pushing him back through the doorway so they weren't standing half in the hall.