She kissed him back, to commute that she did indeed like it - nay love it. One of her hands went back to his hair, and she stroked through it, feeling his burning forehead. This boy was ill. Obviously. But if this would take his mind off the fever, perhaps...

She allowed her hand to trail down from his hair, and down his side, and then back to his chest. She closed her eyes, imagining, as always, Marius' face. Marius' body.