"I will be sure to do so." It is not the impulse itself which confuses her. He is handsome, almost unfairly so, his presence feels comfortable to her, and now, after this glimpse into his inner world, she must also suffer from the knowledge that she finds his mind as appealing as his body. So, this wish to spend time with him makes sense – she would, in fact, quite like to spend a number of hours in his bed, if at all possible.

What bothers her is that the impulse persists, even after she cannot find a proper reason for it. He will not elevate her brand, he is neither useful to her father's business, nor does he stand in direct competition with it. He is no equally aspiring classmate, either – in short, she cannot think of a thing she could gain her.

Except, of course, his company, which seems to be a goal onto itself. That slight blush to his cheeks is appealing as well – dear god, what is in this coffee? Either way, she ignores her own cup and waits until his at least has left his lips. "In fact, I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner with me sometime."