The gentle press of his lips against hers was his answer. Though temporarily startled by the movement, she knew it was bound to happen. In order to ensure that he actually took the potion, she had to maneuver a situation that could get intimate quite quickly. Only the hope that the potion would do as it was meant to kept her from pushing the wizard away and running. She needed him to feel like she wanted to be there, that she wasn't disgusted by his touch. How many times in the past did she have to put on a performance with another wizard when she would've rather been anywhere else? More times than she wanted to remember.