Piritta's lips quirked into a small smile, though it hesitated to stay. "Then we came back to your place. Didn't do anything, but...." She squeezed her eyes shut against the memory that surfaced even when she tried to hold it back. Her, pressed against Cyril's side, on tip toe so she could kiss his lips. It was like a whirlwind, stumbling through the rooms and just wanting to touch each other. As she remembered, the same strong desire came over her again. Should she test and see if that something was still there? That fire? "I've never felt like that before. Maybe...are you...the one?" she asked in a whisper, more to herself than Cyril.