He blanked his expression before he turned to face her, but he knew it was no use. His expression softened to something she'd never seen on him. Then he used a hand to draw her face up to him, and leaned down to invade her space, kissing her firmly, but gently. Then he realized what he'd done, and dropped his hand from her face, turning, and again cursing in Russian. "I'm sorry." he apologized, not turning to face her. He took a few long strides away from her, kicking the sand beneath him, even though he felt like kicking himself. He jerked a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself for not having control.