"I try," he whispered back, a little smile on his lips. He may have been young but he was no boy, a kiss didn't send him reeling. These days it made him want more, as many as he could have from her. "I could try a little harder if you liked. Wax poetic about your beauty, rattle on about how I feel for you and how I ache for you every time I see you and that no matter what else is going on you are first in my thoughts always. When I heard the rumors that you had been killed... But you are very much alive and those thoughts do not need to be voiced now. You deserve much better than my pretty honeyed words."
His heart may have skipped a beat when she pulled back, afraid she might change her mind and leave him there. Even if there was a possibility that he wouldn't be allowed more than these few moments with her he wanted them as full as he could have them. "That is my motto as well, I am pleased to see that we are of like mind." he told her softly, then boldly leaned closer to take a kiss from her. He would not pull away as quickly as she had though, he planned to linger in it as long as she would allow.