Ideally, [she responds as a defeated sigh that falls from her lips.]

Better luck next time, I guess. I should make it more potent.

[Tohsaka reaches out to him. Her soft hand resting on one of his balled fists. Her fingers brush against the lines of his knuckles and feel at the tension he holds in himself. She'll make the first move, she'll start advancing. This is her responsibility, and it would be cruel of Rin to make him stew in it any longer than necessary.

After all, she's warm too. Her blood running hot in her veins as she dares not take her eyes off him. Blue gaze fixes on the way his body is tight. Strong with defined muscle and visible strength. She wants to feel it, too — that strength. To know what she's up against and to contemplate the ways she might subdue him should they ever disagree on something worth applying strength over.

Would most conventional girls cringe at him and shy away? Probably, but she's intrigued. Like a cat whose curiosity gets the best of them.]

Do you want a kiss, or would you rather I speed this up?