She forced herself away instead and flung herself into her chair.  She felt alive.   She felt glorious.  She felt like she wanted to sniff his shirts and that was absolutely not acceptable so she was going to go out and prowl the streets today.  Maybe she'd go to a bookstore or get some lunch.  She didn't even especially like him, for Godric's sake.  The urge to see what he smelled like was just weird.