"I realize you must have... regrets. Misgivings, about what occurred."

She carefully levels the teacup down between her fingers without returning it to its saucer right away — soothed, somewhat, by the sensation of warm ceramic against her skin, though she'd felt it too, the energy that had briefly transposed between them in that exchange. It fascinates and excites in equal measure.

"I don't want to leave you with the impression that I in any way blame you for what occurred. My part was my own. My participation equal." She nearly takes another sip of her tea again and weighs her next word very carefully. "Enthusiastic."