If she were to be completely honest, Mary would have been quite happy to never doing anything else but wake up in Huitzilopochtli's arms with him kissing her skin like that.
"I miss you as well," she told him, nuzzling herself against him momentarily when he kissed her. "And there's nowhere I prefer to sleep that beside you."
He switched back to the birds and Mary let him, understanding the importance of these tiny creatures to their god. "Maybe there's some bird experts in New York who could tell us some tips to help them out. I know they're your creatures, but this isn't your homeland. I suppose they would have to breed differently here."