The absolute relief of having unburdened herself to someone, finally, settled cool and light somewhere at the tip of her spine. That he had not been angry with her or rejected her, only made her feel all the lighter. He may not have had any godly powers, may not have been able to pluck the pain and shame from her through mystical means, but he had done it all the same. It was something that he was uniquely good at and nothing the hotel could do to them could take that ability away.
She tipped her head up and offered him a soft smile, then plucked his sunglasses off his face and neatly folded them in one hand. Even if he had wanted to stop her, she was a little too quick now. And this was the only time she would ever be able to see his eyes. She had seen them before, in their natural state, but she wanted to see them now, like this, as deep and endless as they were. "You always know exactly what I need to hear," she murmured, then leaned forward to bump her nose against his.
She may have leaned in for a kiss, but the timer on the stove interrupted whatever thought she might have had. Audrey heaved an almost indignant sigh and slumped against him for a moment. "Stupid bastard stove," she muttered and nudged him back so she could slide down off the counter. "We can revisit this after dinner?" It was more of a question than a request. He might not want to revisit anything in a human form, and that was alright too. But the offer was there.