The touch and her presence seemed to make things complete, however, Zephyrus could tell that things weren't still a hundred percent between the two of them. While her gestures were willing and she hadn't said anything disagreeable, Zephyrus opened his eyes and looked down at her. Still keeping a hold on her hand, he instead moved it downwards, his eyes searching hers.
The sigh that came from him was warm, although it wasn't as warm as those considered "pleasant" on a sunny spring day, having a little chill within it. His brother was the master of the cold north wind, but it didn't mean that Zephryus didn't have the cold bite within his own respective season as well.