Even at a murmur she could feel the resonance of Solomon's voice. Raine had closed her eyes fully by now, relaxing against Solomon, but in retrospect that proved to be something of a tactical misstep, as it left her nothing to focus on but his touch, and the sound of him, and her breath caught again, not entirely steady.

It seemed every time she did relax he managed to catch her some variant of off-guard, even when she should have expected something, and it was the littlest things that unbalanced her most. Raine stared at the opposite wall, all her mind still on Solomon regardless, and hummed a quiet, pleased note. "Thank you," she said, and, a little dryly, added after, "I'll make a note of your observations."