Uh, the way my lips are tingling and my legs feel a little like jelly tells me otherwise. [ She says lightly, softly, catching the undercurrent of his words lifting it, them, to something a little lighter for just another moment.

But she's the one who made it serious, she's the one that kissed him the way she did and she's the one who needs to steer this ship, it seems, because Poe seems without direction at the moment, if his words mean what she thinks they do.

Caroline is different than Poe. Caroline gives her heart away without reservation, freely without too much effort. But her love is fierce and loyal, it is patient once she gets over the impatience of falling in love. It doesn't matter how many times it becomes someone else's, it stays full and steadfast even in the face of horrible things.

And because of that when she gives her heart away, it usually comes back in tattered pieces.

She takes in a breath, her expression turning more tender as her fingers stroke the back of his neck.] It's okay. For once, you don't need to. [ He doesn't need to know what he's doing and she isn't really sure what she's doing either. This could get messy, this place may not allow it. She may end up hurt in the end or maybe he will or maybe both of them.

But she smiles softly in the face of that uncertainty, a control freak giving up the reigns (oh, how far she's come from that neurotic, insecure cheerleader). ]

I really doubt this is the first time you've flown by the seat of your pants... so to speak.