However, none of them wanted to come out of her mouth, so she settled for "Are you alright Tewkey?" and then, "You look like a tomato." Tewkey turned away from where Enola was sitting on the couch to take a few breaths, adjust his tie, then turned back to her. "You don't know what just happened, do you?" he asked cautiously as he sat back on the other end of the couch. Enola raised her eyebrows in confusion, "I know that one moment you were kissing me, you moved weirdly," her tone questioning, "And then you threw me onto the couch." He screwed up his face in thought, "But you don't know why?" Enola turned argumentative, "Of course not, Viscount Tewkesbury," she declared, "For one thing it was objectively odd, and for another, I would not be so baffled if I did." Looking relieved he stood up again, "Oh, that good then," he muttered, obviously hiding something, "Maybe Sherlock was right, we should head to bed." As he started to reach for the chamberstick, Enola set her mind to getting answers, "Not until you tell me why you threw me at the couch," she insisted, "Or why you moved like that in the first place."
Tewkey sat back down defeatedly, "You will be the death of me Enola Holmes," he sighed, to which she wanted to remind him that she had saved his life on numerous occasions, "I threw you off my lap because you noticed how I moved." She tilted her head to assess his answer and the somewhat pained look on his face, "Because I was startled that I felt something weird?" she asked, "Did I hurt you when I pulled on your hair?" Tewkey couldn't work out whether to shake his head, or laugh, or put his head in his hands, "You didn't hurt me, Enola," he admitted gently, "You felt something weird because I liked it, because I liked kissing you." "What was it?" she asked quietly and absentmindedly moved closer to Tewkey to hold his hand "The weird thing, that is." Tewkey took her hand and sat for a minute thinking, "It was a reaction, it happens sometimes when I like something," he cringed, "Like a smile, but a lot more embarrassing."
Enola was getting frustrated with him skirting around the truth, "Why is it embarrassing?" she asked, "If it's a sign of happiness, shouldn't that be a good thing." She watched as Tewkey seemed to mull over her words, "It is a good thing, but only in certain scenarios," he explained, looking into her eyes like he was trying to tell Enola that her cat had died, "Outside of the marital bed, it is deemed merely inappropriate." It was now Enola's turn to blush as she remembered the novel she had found in a very unusual bookshop, which for a very brief moment had mentioned the heroine and her husband entering her bedchamber, but not long enough to fully understand what was happening. She still had questions, "Is it inappropriate just because it is out of place?" she thought aloud, "Or is there something else that I don't understand?" She could have sworn she saw Tewkey chuckle then sigh for the umpteenth time that evening, "It is embarrassing because it's a part of me I am supposed to keep covered, like there are parts of you that are supposed to stay covered," he then put on his best puppy eyes, "Now could you please go to bed before you force me to say anything else inappropriate for your ears."