Brow cocked as he looked from her hand at his chest to her face, for anyone else that look would have been a warning to get their fucking hands off of him before violence took place. For her it was a look of something more like: Are you starting this? Here? Really? Really?
Verbal answers weren't necessary though as his eyes traveled towards the front of the tent at the rustle of fabric just in time to watch the flap close. Magic. God damn magic. It didn't upset him when she used it, but physical manifestations still gave him cause for pause. A smirk curling his lips as his eyes returned to her, his hand moving from where he'd started to pet along her and instead move to rest gently at the back of her hand against his chest, "Mi amor," the tone just above a whisper as he moved to lean over her more, "mi luz, there could never be darkness deep enough to keep us apart," the words whispered against her lips.
Everything from the scent of food to the fact that they weren't actually under a starry night sky was forgotten as the arm he'd been resting on moved gently under Aletha so he could cradle her gently, lift her just a little, and kiss her passionately as they lay there in the beginnings of twining their bodies and enjoying the precious moments they had alone. It was fun waking up next to her and giving in to whatever whim they had, but the fact that she had gone through the trouble to occupy more than just his body and didn't browbeat him for his anxieties - how could he not feel like the most blessed man around?