He put her on such a high pedestal, Lenalee wondered if she really measured up to that image of her he had. She exhaled with a smile of relief at his silent approval, her hands lowering to rest against his chest - of course she wouldn't undo the last button - she actually wondered if he wanted to do that himself. But first...she hesitated a moment, her fingers toying with the material of his shirt as she thought. "Allen... I, can I..." Wait, he said she could touch him didn't he? Still it was kind of embarrassing to say it out loud. "Your shirt..can I..?" Agh. "I want to feel you..."