She smiled, pressing the tips of her fingertips against his before sliding her hand against his. Palm to palm before she curls her fingers beneath, fingernails making crescent moons against her palms before she presses her hand against his. A gentle fist meeting an open palm. Her lips tugged into a warm smile at his words.

"I know," Cass murmured, leaning forward as her knees pressed against his thighs. "But then who is to say what is strange and what isn't?"