Tristan was grinning, too, glancing down as she drew herself up to sit beside him - as though acknowledging that perhaps he'd got a bit carried away, but, strangely enough, not overly embarrassed by it. It was that smile of hers: it really was disarming. He didn't see why she should have to hide it at all, but if it meant she kept closer to him, then he could see his way to doing without it for a little while longer.
"Mm - okay?" he asked, lightly teasing. He took her face in his hands, stroking through her hair at her temples as he kissed her again. "... I could, too. Better than used to." The more he thought about it, actually, the closer to perfect it sounded. He kissed at the corner of her mouth, looking about as relaxed, and as content, as he had all day. "I'd love to come over and talk about books." He could hardly believe his luck; it didn't quite seem real, except that he could feel it, perfectly concrete, in his hands.