She could work with those terms. If he wasn't willing to wait until she was ready then what did that say about him as a man? He might hold different views, being from a different time and all, but he wasn't back in his time, he was in hers and this was how the rules went. Even though he had smiled, at least a little bit, she found herself to be uneasy. Part of her was angry that he was pushing so hard. Her world had been turned upside down and although she didn't outwardly show it, the death of her brother (even though he could technically just be injured and missing somewhere) and her best friend were weighing heavily on her. She had Rose Anne to keep her grounded during the day but for many nights over the past week she would go outside once everyone else was asleep so she could scream and cry without worrying that her father thought of her as a lunatic. 

Keziah looked at up him with a challenging look. At first she thought he was going to scold her or something like her last suitor would have. Instead when he asked to kiss her, Keziah gave a small nod. She did like him, but with everything going on lately she didn't dwell too much on her own feelings. "You may." Well she didn't give him much of an opportunity to move first. She pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him sweetly, tangling her fingers in his hair as she had done before. It wasn't much, considering her father wasn't that far away and he could even be awake now and they wouldn't know it until he was ready to beat William. 

She pulled away from him and took one of his hands in hers. "I do want there to be something between us." She admitted. A small frown came to her face, making her look like she was going to cry. "But William…I'm not only afraid because of what happened with my husband. You're not from [i]here[/i]…and surely if God brought you here then he can take you back, right?"