Restrained, but not lacking passion, as his kiss made immediately evident. And really, she had much rather enjoy him than be hurt, so threading her fingers into his hair and leaning into his embrace was both natural and pragmatic.

There was very little pragmatic about continuing to kiss him, dressed as she was, but she couldn't possibly have cared less, once they'd begun. She did pause to between kisses to murmur, "My dear Inspector Robinson," stroke the back of his neck, and to tell him, "How I've wanted you," in a tone that made it clear she didn't mean (or exclusively mean) sexually. She'd missed him.