Fleur gently pushed him back to the bed, a glimmer in her eyes. "I know." She answered, slyly. "but sometimes...I cannot find the right words." She kissed him deeply, losing herself in it for just a moment, before she imitated what he had done to her, and kissed her way down his broad frame. She traced old scars with the tip of her tongue and gentle kisses on unmarred skin. "I think you can feel it, even if you cannot understand the words."