Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

He didn't come any closer, and Niamh watched him, her gaze narrowing as the seconds were spent, deliberating whether to make a move, or to drop her guard. The clarity with which he had extended his invitation- and the fact that she had in some way accepted- haunted her now, and she was left to deal with her choice, but she wanted to retain some of whatever reputation it was she'd forged. He'd moments ago considered her to be a duchess, though she'd softly, playfully rejected the idea, and had then formally dropped that possibility. 

Without taking her gaze off him, she steadied her hindquarters, shifting the weight from one hind foot to the other- before she lowered her haunches to the ground, all the while maintaining her level gaze. In a not-so-subtle way, she wanted to remove the sexual option from the table; and she couldn't risk challenging the male just for fun- not when winter had only really just begun. 

"I'm Niamh," She said, giving him something, at least, as an offering. She waited expectantly, then, for how he might react.