Carrick glowered. "It's too much, isn't it? I thought it was too much." He accepted the kiss with only very slight grumpiness. "I'm not romantic, I'm just historically-minded" he insisted.
His eyes held the memories of centuries without sunlight, and of lights that came only from flames. "Electric light has no subtlety to it. I've always held there's beauty in shadows. Candle flames let them dance."