For an instant, Glinda closes her eyes and presses her cheek against your palm. There is an odd look in her eyes when she opens them again; almost as if asking a question on their own. After a short pause, she smiles and says, "Sorry. I guess that even fifteen or sixteen hundred years cannot shake some of the the insecurities of my youth, eh?" She leans over to kiss you, lightly flicking her tongue across your lips before probing. After a few seconds she breaks but keeps her forehead against yours. "I would like very much to be your partner in all that you do. If you are not ready for that, then tell me so I know where I stand. It might be hard to fathom, but being somewhere between alive and dead has not taken all emotion from me and I do have feelings and sensibilities and I can feel pain and heartache. I will give you all the space you think you need, but I would like to know what that is before just being pushed aside. It would have hurt far less if you had told me in advance that I should wait in the car."