She should be bothered by how accustomed to hand-holding she had gotten with him during the short span of time they spent with one another. The notion of being led around in this way grated against the part of her still fighting--albeit weakly--for control. The Queen convinced herself it was for the warmth in his blood, nothing more.
The thought triggered something like deja vu.
Anna watched him as they moved through the courtyard, paying little mind to the surroundings until he opened the door to his apartment. She found it funny when he locked the door--was it habit or intentional?--but made no indication save the smirk touching her lips. Her casual glances about the apartment as they moved into the dining area came to a stop when their hands began to separate. There was a slight resistance to it on her end, an unconscious reluctance to let go that she immediately chastised herself for.
Foolish, silly girl.
But they released without further issue and she found herself immediately missing their warmth. Anna shrugged off her leather jacket, exposing the loose low-cut grey teeshirt beneath, and placed it on the back of the chair he pulled out for her. Indecision made her hesitate--eyes still roaming about the room they were in as if eager to memorize the details. But she was here for the music, after all, to hear him play. That was the whole point of being here, wasn't it? She did not sit until he had already begun to play, one leg crossed over the other.
The tune made her smile. Anna, too, thought of the sneaking game played in the dark with the guard. For a few moments, she sat in silence, watching his fingers skillfully move over the guitar. She leaned, propping an elbow on the table off to her side, settling her jaw against her thumb, and curling her fingers against her cheek.
"Do you sing?" she asked quietly, breaking her silence. It wasn't necessarily a request for him to sing, but rather a curiosity. In her human years, it was part of her private lessons. It was a rarity for her to sing now, much less in front of others. One would more likely catch her humming softly to herself.