He gave a strong nod and blink of approval that she was amused by the tiny treats and then smirked to himself, imagining the gaggle of girlies that frequented Rhia's fairy garden pretending the little pixies were doing some fall baking. He'd leaned in, received his cheek kiss, then blinked once more, this time in contented amusement. She was grinning back at him and he didn't mind - honestly. Her berry-colored lips could've touched him anyplace and he would've counted himself lucky.
But then... oh, then... There was just something so right about her legitimate, your-lips-are-so-nice-Kiernan kisses. When they touched, all of her good energy and happy vibes just naturally seeped into him - something he imagined would've happened with or without his mutation. His hands moved to fall on her waist, and he urged her a few inches closer until their chests bumped, and when the ginger drew back, he hugged her close before releasing her.
"Sweetheart," he began, a laugh in his voice, "I'd take ya to Bermuda if you asked me." She didn't really have to ask. Maybe his long-overdue-vacation could be just around the corner. After it turned really chilly. And the tropics would start to beckon... Ahhh...
But really, he was too (hungry). As a couple, they tended to be quite snackish. That was just fine by the Irishman. A woman who didn't eat was, well, Emma. Meh. "What're ya in the mood for?" He held out his hand for Rhiannon's, then raised his arm to give her a twirl in the aisle. He loved making her librarian skirts flare out; that thought traveled from his hand into hers, and up to her mind. He grinned. Couldn't resist - Glenn Miller, the telepath projected, after his 'in the mood' reference.
Something caused him to pause, though. He recalled the thought that'd breezed through Rhia's mind about PDAs, and he gripped her hand more firmly so she didn't get away from him too quickly. His eyes met hers. "Don't ever second guess layin' one on me. I've waited too long as it is," he said, earnestly. Carpe diem and all that. Propriety was fine and dandy, but the school was overflowing with happy couples who weren't shy of showing their affection. Rhia, he knew, was trained to follow her logic and not her emotions, especially where work and the school were concerned. But Grasp was ready and willing to help her light a fire, whenever - and wherever she wanted to. He knew how to work an extinguisher.