Gravity seemed to lift when Sue heard Ilsa say she was beautiful, and then nearly seemed to reverse (to Sue, at least) when Ilsa asked if she wanted to kiss her. She looked at Ilsa with honest affection. Her throat couldn't produce the word she wanted. She simply nodded her head, and leaned in. Nervousness was etched on her expression, yes, but also excitement and even a touch of honor. Her tongue lightly flicked over her lips, as Sue felt her face come within an inch of Ilsa's, so close that she could feel her breath on her face.