"Should..." Naomi was making a valiant attempt, she really was, but then he just had to take her other hand while stepping closer, and she flushed darker. She didn't pull away, though.

"... We should do something," she concluded brilliantly, fingers curling against his. She sought out his gaze, seeking... something. She wasn't sure what, nor was she really aware of what she was doing. Her body was just moving on its own, and all rational thought was rapidly fleeing.