[He looks down at her, fascinated by the change each time he sees it, warmth touching his expression. Perhaps it was somewhat selfish, his offer just then. He finds this form intriguing, and has a very real need to repay her for accepting his unusual form with all its many flaws. The way she leaned so effortlessly against his uncomfortable skin when he asked her to, it's a gift so few people have ever given him.]
[But it's not repayment on his mind when he presses a soft kiss to her temple, it's just that he's wanted to do it all night and between her curled in his arms and that she trusts him enough to revert -- he just wanted to.]