Both of them just continue staring at each other for the next seconds to come.
That is until Winter realizes how much Marcellus has been sweating this entire time. He must have been so scared that it is both hilarious and pitiful. Not thinking much, she then pulls her pink handkerchief out of her skirt pocket and walks closer to him.
"Here, wipe those beads of sweat off of your face..." Winter nonchalantly offered as she handed it over to him, catching him off guard.
"While you do look hot in that, I still feel sorry for you."
Marcellus thinks of how he'll respond - but not without feeling his brow twitch a little at that.
