Her eyes widen a moment, just briefly, as the Comtesse speaks kisses against her skin. Aye, it is easy to lean, and she suspects it would be far too easy to relax and collapse into this, leaving soft flesh exposed to teeth and blades. Her hand closest to Eléonore trails up her arm, until Herian's fingers light curl around the back of her neck, a loose hold to encourage rather than keep the caresses close.

"That sounds a promising solution," she replies, just half a moment too slow for her to be entirely focused.

Probably she has wandered too much off course again. "A fine enough means to wash troubles away, for a while."