The notion was feasible, but never would Rosalind confide in the public,
let alone her own sibling, for that matter. Warm gestures as these were never 
exchanged between any, save for the occasion affections that took the form of 
a gentle grip or even a stroke along the rim of his jaw bone… The devotion for
Robert exceeded any ever induced and his person took precedence, but no, this
information would never reach those ears— for his own sake. Rosalind hadn’t
wished to potentially strike nerves, but it would be much more beneficial to them
both if she remained silent.. That is, unless both these women had grown
excessively committed toward one another and been ruled vital.

    Further more, Lutece hadn’t been the sort to act impulsively concerning these
salutes… Lest the conditions had called for it (which they presumably wouldn’t).
Had this matter progressed accordingly, there had been reason to speculate that
it would not be the physicist to initiate this embrace but instead, the scientist.

                              It meant no difference to her how this notion
                                 would be brought about and made reality.

    Lutece would say nothing. Neither would she imply an affirmation.