"I haven't the faintest idea what you might mean," Solomon said blandly, a complete lie belied by ... everything in his countenance, really. Holding her gaze, Solomon rose and shifted forward just enough to keep only an inch of space between them. He kept holding her gaze while he unbuckled her belt and withdrew it, and stepped back, and hung it with a smile on one of the pegs. Never once had he actually touched her while he did so, even through her clothes, in spite of the closeness.