She laughed a bit at his expression—because gods, he really was too easy to read, sometimes—before her own face sobered again.
"Yeah, actually I was just...thinking." She paused just before they reached the door, taking his wrist gently to stop him with her. "Thrax, how...how do gnolls...kiss?"
Her cheeks had a hint of color as she asked the question, and she couldn't seem to make herself meet his eyes properly. "I just...being here, seeing how—how easy they all are with each other, I just can't help thinking... I mean I've thought it before, but I'm usually...distracted. And then I forget to ask."
She huffed and glanced up at him sidelong. "Just, y'know... I really like the way we do things, Thrax, but I don't want you to feel like—I mean I don't want you to have to...always be the one adjusting. To meet me. I can...do that for you. If you want."
Gods. She hated emotions and sincerity. If the mountain opened up and swallowed her, that would have been okay.