And how could she explain away the repeated flashes of him kissing her? To the best of her recollections, he'd never done anything more than just chastely brush his lips against her cheek in greeting or in a farewell. She definitely didn't remember him pushing her into a dark corner in Edinburgh to kiss her nor did she remember the heated moment in her kitchen. How else could she explain passionate embraces that she had no remembrance of? It had often frustrated her in the past that Rodolphus was never receptive to any of her embarrassingly obvious clues that she would go to bed with him in a heartbeat. She'd been insulted and even hurt on more than one occasion when he made it seem like he would rather die alone than touch her. Had that all been part of his act? His way of keeping the reality hidden? Was he afraid entering into a sexual dalliance and leaving her memories intact could act as some sort of trigger to remember what he'd been trying to hide?