In truth, Susan is feeling a little adrift - she suspects there's not a great deal she can do to genuinely help Lancelot with his pain, and while she knows there's a good deal she should tell him about her own homosexual inclinations, she's still not certain how to broach the topic directly. Even though she's beginning to think the conversation would not go ill, too many years of delicately eliding the subject, both in her own mind and in conversation with others, lie in the way of easily bringing it up.

So she lifts her head instead, and draws him into a kiss, deep and searching.