Hmm... [ He considers this. And would shake his head, but he quite likes what she's doing and definitely doesn't want to interrupt. He strokes through her hair while he's thinking, fingertip tracing the shell of her ear and down the back of her neck. ]

Not that. I guess it's... between the other night and this, something shifted.

--Or maybe I'm drunk, I'll accept that answer. I get more mushy when I'm drunk and forget to keep the walls up.