She tilts her face up toward his. "Yes," she says, eyelashes brushing against his skin. "With Guinever - I imagine so." She's quiet for a moment, too, and then says, "I never thought this was something I might want." Her voice is hushed as she says it, her tone awed - the fact that she's considering it at all (and now that he's brought it up, she can't stop turning it over in her head) is a shock to her, but not an unwelcome one.