Tiberius didn't know what to think when she moved his hand. Was she... actually trying to encourage him to touch her? Was she enjoying this? He had almost entirely written off the idea that women were even capable of enjoying sexual activity after he'd made a disastrous attempt to please her during her birthday one year. But... he supposed he wasn't opposed to the idea of letting his hand be guided by her, at least for a moment. Gliding his hand up to her bosom (where he assumed she had been indicating she wanted it placed), Tiberius gave it a gentle squeeze, wondering what was going on in Antigone's head.

She was moving her own hands, and at first he couldn't tell what she was doing. Then the belt at the waist of her dress fell away and he realized she was getting undressed, in the middle of the day and without even any direct prompting from him. Was she really interested in just stopping everything and doing this now? By all appearances, yes.

He could feel himself getting hard (and, because of their proximity, he was certain she could as well). This was... unprecedented, to say the least... but not entirely unwelcome. Raising his free hand to her face, Tiberius drew her chin towards his so that he could kiss her on the mouth again — but more forcefully, this time.